Mantovanoleggente

Dunque, come dire...
Sfido chiunque ad affermare che non sono beliximoh e sympaticoh
Scherzo, non sono un bimbominchia
Era una battuta...
Non l'hai capita...
Ah no sono io anormale.
Bene, credo di essermi descritto alla perfezione

Mi piace l'inverno e la neve
Mi piacciono gli alberi spogli
Mi piace la nuvola nera e rombante
Mi piace quando crush non ricambia
Mi piace pensare che la vita sia bella

And who are you, the proud lord said
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat in a different coat
That's all the truth I know
In a coat of gold or a coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear



Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless dead
Good God, let me give you my life