segunda-feira, 19 de abril de 2010

Text #2

I’m in a math class
I look around, everything is a mess
The teacher is asking me something
Right now I can’t do anything

People are making you sad
And that makes me mad
Cause I don’t want you to cry
I want you to realize how beautiful is the sky

I’m sitting here in this hell
I just can’t wait for the leaving bell
Why it isn’t ringing?
All I can hear is some birds singing

I just want to be with you
You don’t know what I would do
To be with you
You,you,you

Right now I don’t know what else to say
I’ll be right here waiting for that day
The day everything will be alright
Girl, dream with me tonight

by Pedro H. Santana

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