Restart

Out of tune bloke wants to be a rock star
Out of tune bloke copies other people’s songs
Out of tune bloke strums hard his guitar
Copies some riffs, and call them his own

With the untalented lady he holds on
To ideas that have long been proven wrong
They close themselves within their tiny world
And hope that their rage will hold them strong

And he lives his life up to his standards
Not realizing many have done like him before
He is afraid of what he’ll end up finding
Should he look back, into his own

Bem, vou reiniciar as postagens aqui no blog! Predoem o portugues, que era horrivel, mas que piorou!

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