sexta-feira, 20 de julho de 2012

I’ve said and done

I'm so sorry that this is how things turned out.

I wish I could have one more kiss goodbye, one more whispered goodnight when you’ve already fallen asleep.

This has all become indistinguishable.

Does it sound desperate? I wouldn’t doubt it, but following my doubts has left me in regret.

I'm too tired even to go sleep... ~

terça-feira, 17 de julho de 2012

domingo, 8 de julho de 2012

Life's too short to even care at all

I wanna be PERFECT.

Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out... Blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated... Misplaced... missunderstood
Miss know it, it's all good
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken... Always second guessing
Underestimated... Look I'm still around

Pretty pretty please
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect

Pretty pretty please
If you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me

You're so mean when you talk, about yourself
You're wrong.

Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead

So complicated
Look how we are making
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game

It's enough
I've done all I can think of
I've chased down all my demons
I see you do the same

The whole world is scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in lying and we tried tried tried
But we try too hard
It's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics
Cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans
They don't get my hair

Stringe ourselves
And we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

You're perfect
You're perfect

quinta-feira, 5 de julho de 2012

Am I still just a coward

I can see all...
And my sense is not wrong. The rest are.

Ter pra onde fugir é privilégio entre quatro paredes sem porta.
Eu tenho 4 paredes... Uma loira, uma morena, uma careca, uma cabeluda.
Não tenho porta, tenho uma janela estreita, onde posso encostar e desabafar.

Que sufoco.

E os dias passam, tento criar coragem para acabar com tudo isso, e comigo mesma. É como se derrubar as paredes pudessem me destruir...
Nunca vou saber se eu não tentar.

Quero meus grandões de novo.
Sai de um oceano pra entrar em uma represa.
Isso aqui é Cilada.