"...Sólo eran los desvaríos, los delirios fantásticos y las divagaciones de un loco y romántico soñador que buscaba lidiar con sus ilusiones y sus quimeras para darles alguna forma real, como si desangrarse en tinta fuera la única manera posible de atar lo que sentía a palabras. Y como tales, no valían la pena..."

jueves, 14 de abril de 2011

A misguided Ghost...

...You see, I'm trying to find my place...
But it might not be here where I feel safe...
We all learn to make mistakes

(...)

So I'm just one of those ghosts,traveling endlessly...
Don't need no roads, in fact, they follow me...
And we just go in circles.

Now, I'm told that this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise, so we can get what we want out of it. If someone cared to classify the broken hearts and twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on...(and run to them)


You don't have to believe me, but it's the way I see it. Next time you point a finger, I might have to bend it back and break it, break it off. Next time you point a finger, I'll point you to the mirror. (And I know you WON'T believe me, but it's still the way I see it)


And the worst part is, before it gets any better, we're headed for a cliff. But then in the free fall I'll realize: I'm better off when I hit the bottom.


I Orce Siort Fader (Paramored)

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