People leave. People leave!! THEY ALWAYS LEAVE!

And don't trust them when they say they'll be there!! They'll get bored of you, you'll annoy them. And they'll leave

"Then you go back to the start, but you go on without listening…"

And there's no place it's gonna be ok. He said it once. You won't be happy, nowhere.



it would be nice to have someone

RANDOM HERO

The light outlives the star

my random hero

whatever happens, we have Jarry.

there's a point in the morning (3 - 4 am) when the world just turns unbearable

As she walks in the room,
Scented and tall,
Hesitating once more.
And as I take on myself,
And the bitterness I felt,
Realise that love lost, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

Through the glory of life,
I'm scattered on the floor,
Disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled,
For the riddles I've been fed,
Another lie moves over, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

While, white horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

it's the perfume on her wrists that stinks of easy birthday

it's greater than it always sounds

this fears got a hold on me

He catches raindrops from his window it reminds him how we fall

After the red ants, the black-out
Come peace and quiet.
Those little foot-prints
Fleshed out calm in my mind.
I lay like a compass,
Digits accusing the sunrise
Rain-drops abseil the window
And flinch through the hurt cries.

I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy

I feel this great pressure coming down on me, (When my nerve is on the high wire.)
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy

After the hunt and the sweat now
Come peace and quiet.
Your head on my heart
Anchored the storm in my eyes.
I lay like a carcass
Your lips never letting the blood dry
And so I pray for tomorrow
And wait listening out for a reply.

I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy

I feel this great pressure coming down on me, (When my nerve is on the high wire.)
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy

No sé qué estoy haciendo.