terça-feira, 2 de setembro de 2008

Nothing But A Broken Poet

Nothig But A Broken Poet

I’m tired to running

Searching for something

That I don’t know the end

I just wanna cry tonight

Because I’m nothing

Nothing but a broken poet

I don’t have anyone by my side

I don’t have my girl

I don’t have the things I dreamed

I have just a broken heart

And the paper that I wrote:

Nothing but a broken poet

If I try to make something right

I’ll just try to break another heart

Is that something that I don’t know?

I don’t know how to survive without love

Because I’m nothing but a broken poet…