Tenho tido pesadelos horríveis, e não são monstros, não são coisas irreais. Cada noite sonho com um dos meus medos atuais. Cada noite ouço uma frase que morro de medo de escutar mesmo, vejo um olhar que espero nunca encarar, passo pelas situações que tanto me angustiam, mas que esqueço no dia a dia. Queria pular esses dias. Melhor, não queria ter tanto medo, não queria carregar tanta angústia. Mas realmente não sei o que fazer. Só sei que acordo chorando, tremendo e esperando que tudo passe logo. Queria me sentir leve de novo, queria encontrar o fio da meada que nessas horas parece que perdi.
Nesse período adoro encontrar músicas que me fazem chorar. Escutei essa numa propaganda (olha o nível dos hormônios). Faz chorar fácil fácil...
Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
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