Make Me High

Este poema foi escrito durante a parte mais negra da minha vida (alguns saberam ao que me refiro)

digamos apenas que é uma parte da minha vida á qual nao quero nunca mais voltar mas em parte foi na qual descobri este (segundo algumas pessoas … ok muitas 😡 ) dom para a escrita 😡

espero que gostem

Make Me High

no this isnt getting any better
i dont feel nothing now
i got myself to blame for my life
im sorry , so sorry if i let u all down
that was never my goal

i thought that being alone was the answer
that everything would just go away
that my fears and ghosts could just disapear
but nothing , nothing at all
could prepare me for this nightmare
god why didnt your son told me i would die?

jesus , god , angels..anyone
hold me
show me the way to live again
make me high again
make me want to live

no im not crawling for forgiveness
my sins are bigger , much bigger
than any higher law
i´m just asking for a hand , some little help
cause i just dont know what to do anymore
to become a better man

jesus , god , angels..anyone
hold me
show me the way to live again
make me high again
make me want to live

well its to late now
my light has been carried for to long
jesus if u hear me , could u ask your father
if he wouldnt mind doing some things for me
because this old man cant do nothing at all

brothers , sisters , friends , priests
do u mind praying for this dead soul?
spend a little time with me
hold me
cause its been such a long journey
and im about to close my eyes forever

Escrito por : Pedro

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