I was the one that was falling into that big black hole.
Wishing, trying and reaching the light in front of me, the great kingdom of dirt, away from the real world.
I'm the prisoner inside this mirror wich will only break with the end of your poisoned love.
Then free I went, following that shadow, the witness of your crimes.
I get lost in theese woods, and found myself singing.
Trying to find a way but I always return to the same place.
I scream for help but there's no answer...total silence.
But tomorrow is always a new day...a new dream...a new piece to this enormous puzzle.
diogo~ 16/5/2006
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