"Liar liar, pants on fire, hangin' from a, telephone wiree~~ ..." -The Used
BURN AS IF YOU DEPEND ON IT
BURN LIKE YOU COULD NEVER
BURN AS IF YOU CRAVE FOR IT
BURN MOTHERF*CKER, BURN FOREVER!
I hope all you liars burn.
domingo, 28 de fevereiro de 2010
segunda-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2010
16-02-2010
I hate listening to love songs at night.
It gives me the nostalgic awful feeling of far away memories, of broken connections and unsolved issues.
Not now, let me have a clear thought.
I don't suffer for unrequited love, but for the ones i'm yet to meet, if i'll ever.
I hope i will. Will i?
No.
If I were to guess, i'd say I don't want to.
Filled as I am of weak, pathetic feelings such as these, cruel sensations that take little bits of my heart, I won't need liars, I don't need games.
And still no ones sees me. They only look, holding their strange eyes against me, craving answers from me. Answers I don't have , or am too selfish to offer.
I don't need anyone.
I need to sleep. Forever.
Need to hide my very boring existance from everyone, they'll never know I wasn't interesting enough to live.
Just Sleep my sweet. Tomorrow, you won't have to battle the sun, and he won't bathe you with his warm, decieved hopes.
It gives me the nostalgic awful feeling of far away memories, of broken connections and unsolved issues.
Not now, let me have a clear thought.
I don't suffer for unrequited love, but for the ones i'm yet to meet, if i'll ever.
I hope i will. Will i?
No.
If I were to guess, i'd say I don't want to.
Filled as I am of weak, pathetic feelings such as these, cruel sensations that take little bits of my heart, I won't need liars, I don't need games.
And still no ones sees me. They only look, holding their strange eyes against me, craving answers from me. Answers I don't have , or am too selfish to offer.
I don't need anyone.
I need to sleep. Forever.
Need to hide my very boring existance from everyone, they'll never know I wasn't interesting enough to live.
Just Sleep my sweet. Tomorrow, you won't have to battle the sun, and he won't bathe you with his warm, decieved hopes.
segunda-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2010
You can REALLY kill a lion.
Dois corações intoxicados
Atingidos pelo mesmo veneno
A essência do mal amado
Fatal ao pobre desconhecido
Mas todos aprenderão
Em desgostos perdidos acabarão
E restos, desperdícios,
Estilhaços de um amor fútil sobrarão
E custa me não ter reconhecido
Que eras tu que me davas o teu veneno a provar
Aquele liquido, Aqueles braços
Que agora custo a Abandonar
Por dentro, a sede consome-me
Imparável e destruidora
O aperto aumenta
E a dor assola-me, devastadora
Contudo, contar-te-ei, rodopiando e suplicando clemencia
Jogos, segredos e mentiras nos seus paradoxos complexos
Passam através da minha ignorante transparência
Não vou parar aqui, nestes mundos inversos e anexos.
girl with the crew shirt~
Atingidos pelo mesmo veneno
A essência do mal amado
Fatal ao pobre desconhecido
Mas todos aprenderão
Em desgostos perdidos acabarão
E restos, desperdícios,
Estilhaços de um amor fútil sobrarão
E custa me não ter reconhecido
Que eras tu que me davas o teu veneno a provar
Aquele liquido, Aqueles braços
Que agora custo a Abandonar
Por dentro, a sede consome-me
Imparável e destruidora
O aperto aumenta
E a dor assola-me, devastadora
Contudo, contar-te-ei, rodopiando e suplicando clemencia
Jogos, segredos e mentiras nos seus paradoxos complexos
Passam através da minha ignorante transparência
Não vou parar aqui, nestes mundos inversos e anexos.
girl with the crew shirt~
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