14 janeiro, 2013 |
It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home and the darkest thoughts, I guess they're my own.
There's wealth in the bank but there's nothing to show inside, it's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain, a man who drinks just to drown the pain and I can't stop from dreaming there's something else. It's getting cloudy now.
«We are a fucked up generation.»
13 janeiro, 2013 |
My reflection was in the window of the train I boarded in the new town, my eyes seemed uneasy. The flowing scenery made me take a deep breath and looking up the sky's horizon.
I hear your voice. Even if you leave me far away, if I close my eyes, your heart will be near and all my love is for you, I have nothing left to lose because I know the meaning and strength of your love more than anybody else.
«You taught me not to forget my true self, I wonder if you're even shining now.»