quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011

Nineteen.

I felt you in my legs before I even met you and when I layed beside you for the first time I told you. I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you, now we're saying bye, bye, bye.
I felt you in my life before I even thought to, felt the need to lay down beside you and tell you. I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you and now we're saying bye, bye, bye.
Flew home, back to where we met, stayed inside I was so upset I cooked up a plan, so good except I was all alone. You were all I had. Love you, you were all mine.
Love me, I was yours right? I was yours right?
I was nineteen, call me

segunda-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2011

Nothing at all.

Eu rio. Eu brinco. Eu estou bem. Maravilhosamente bem. Mas eu minto ás vezes. Minto porque me convém mentir. Eu minto porque não quero demonstrar fraqueza. Ás vezes sinto raiva de tudo. E é essa minha autoproteção que me faz destruir tudo que amo. Preciso uma autoproteção de mim mesma.