domingo, 2 de mayo de 2010

I hurted my hand

I hurted my hand last night
And I still feel the pain
As a consequence of hitting the blood
My body is reacting in front of the alteration
And it sent more blood to my arm

*A better message than this one
For consequences by acts doesn´t exist!*

Go to bed and close my eyes
Say goodnight to the night
And sing myself to sleep a lullaby
My hand make me tickle

*Chorus

Next morning I watch my hand
And it says not a word
It seems as though it´s better
But scares does always burn inside

*Chorus

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