Ando com vontade de escrever e escrever.
E na prática, não sai "cagada" alguma (deve ser pela mistura de sensações).

Maybe...

I follow the night

Can't stand the light

When will I begin

To live again?

One day I'll fly away

Leave all this to yesterday

What more could your love do for me?

When will love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream....

And dread the day

When dreaming ends?