quantos anos se passaram, na realidade?
quantos mais irão passar?
eu não estou bem...
"this room has so many windows
too many windows
I've sat and watched the trees framed to fade outside
I hope the seasons treat you well
I hope the seasons treat you kind
as kind as I never was
as comforting as I never could be
September come please take this heart away
all of these windows
bring in the cold air
I hope you have a coat
to keep you warm
warmer than those last times we spoke
warmer than the last words we said
I'm sure the wind blows gently on you now
I hope that nothing will ever remind you of me"
Sometimes it seems that ,we give more things ( lose them )
in the process than we learn . earn .
Do we ?
i lost so many of myself in everywhere ,
where did i go ?
where did i went to ?
i've got lost in all my translations .
all my windows are open now ,
and nothing seems to block me out from reality .
I've never felt like all my scars are in the wide open .
not like it is . today .
"Maybe you don't feel the thousand pins and needles
That I feel when i think of you each time "
i don't. please, think of me, more and more, until you lose yourself to me, and forget about anyone, anything else...
eu queria poder beber, e esquecer o resto, e nunca ter que encarar a realidade...
não ter que encarar meus vicios e ilusoes, as teias que eu teço ao meu redor, que me prendem e me afundam...
queria poder nunca ter que acordar, sem ter saida, sem ter nada...
quer mais, mais, me entorpeça de palavras e letras, e não espere por retorno.
apenas..e.stou pensando demais, e não deveria...
sinto falta, e não deveria...
e como Alice, caindo e rodopiando dentro de um buraco, aparentemente sem fim...
até cair em um mundo irreal..
apenas como alice...
em um mundo melhor, ilusorio, irreal...
can you save me, this time?
i blame myself for what i cant ignore
i blame myself for wanting more.
save me, please.
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