Am saptisprezece primaveri, pe-a optisprezecea n-o mai vreau
Nu-i vad sensul, nu are rost
Mai bine plec, decat sa ma murdaresc cu suferinta
Sentimente aruncate in noroi
Si oameni ce pretind lucruri false.
Sunteti lasi, sunteti lasi pentru ca
N-aveti curajul sa va aratati
Ceea ce defapt sunteti
Voi nu sunteti oameni, sunteti dezastre
Inveninati mintea si sufletul
Hipnotizati fiinta vie
O purtati pe cele mai inalte culmi
Ca apoi s-o lasati sa cada
In cele mai adanci vai.
Profitati de sufletul cel slab
Lipsit de aparare, de sufletul
Care in fata voastra isi arunca coroana
Isi smulge aripile
Isi mascheaza frica.
sâmbătă, 10 noiembrie 2012
All of the sudden, feels like my world's falling apart. Only the tears that linger down to my skin are telling me that I'm still alive. I'm slowly suffocating and yet still breathing. There are creatures lying in my head and I just can't make them stop whispering. I'm drowning in regret and all the bad decisions that I made come alive when I'm thinking only how stupid I was thinking that someone might actually like me. What a waste of time and emotions. Laying here with my glass of wine, just me and the alcohol, just me and the music... Just me. You gave me wings and then ripped them out of my skin, you took them with you and I feel so vulnerable without the feathers. I'm falling... And I hope that when I'll hit the ground I'll wake up to reality. The disgusting and monstruous reality where nothing is harder than trying to live and give the best of you. And then someone comes along and strikes you with the most powerful weapon ever created: the illusion of affection.