on the verge of the word V

Fotografia: MP Neste abismo de ânsia e desassossego que sou, marina o tédio que sinto em mim. E o vento que os leva, quando chega? Tonight you can hate me, I know that you have to. In this war you might beat me ‘cause I feel that you have to. Temporarily, I forget the emptiness, Looking for myself in your soul. Tonight nobody loses: There ain’t no lies, There ain’t no tears to hold on to. In this war there’s no surrender. We feel rage but there are no fears. Temporarily, I forget the emptiness, Looking for myself in your soul.