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Inside Me (Unimaginative)

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I had to stop and take a breath,
I had to comprehend that's it's not about me.
They say there's always a light at the very end of the tunnel.
I couldn't reach mine 'cause I was hurting, hurting too much to try.

A roll of the dice changed how we feel,
who would have thought that a life of love
will be shallowed by all these hoaxes.

Had to realize the hard way that life ain't fair,
I am not that wise to know all the answers to the whys
but all I know is that I should have kept you tighter that time.

Another fail in the bucket list,
but how am I supposed to learn if I don't fail?
Some believe it's too cliché to live this way,
but who can speak for me if I can't do it?

I had to stop and think over the things we did.
I don't seem to understand where we missed it.
They say life gets in the way for things we don't lust a lot.
I couldn't save time 'cause I was tying to save you, save you from what I caused.

Forced to stand on my own two fee…

I Can't Understand (the Oceans)

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I woke up with the blues on the last Sunday of May.
I drunk some instant coffee.
I felt like the sun never rose and then I felt the cold wind
coming through me like your ghost when I sleep.

I lay on my bed again,
under the covers I get.
I try to undercover all the wounds
I have gotten from this love,
but I miss you much and I can't find the right words to say.

I can't find a way for us
to work nicely
when we are apart
it hurts so much
to be apart
the distance sucks
the clocks go back
I need you so much.
I love you so much.
I will wait for you.

There is something about me and you baby.
Aren't we supposed to be here together after three years of breaking hearts on the floor?
We tried to work out everything perfectly,
but fortune does not allow us to make plans.
Every time we say we are going to make it, something new comes up
and we crawl back to where we were and where we begun.
Disappointed but not surprised.
Oh God, why? I don't understand why things don't stay s…

Pretty Tears

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All the boys are singing the same old song to you;
but you don't seem to hear a thing.
All the girls are singing the same melody to you;
but you don't seem to care at all.

The stubbornness you own is stronger than our love.
Why can't we break the circle?
Gold lemonade and Bronze cherries.
A memory that brings emotions back.

Your tears are falling from your eyes and they are...
They are pretty tears,
they are pretty tears.
You put them into small jars,
your pretty tears.
Your tears that are falling from your eyes
they come to be dry
by the time they hit your cheeks darling.

Gold lemonade we drink before we sleep,
but we don't dream.
Could Pink champaign help us exist?
We are still dry by the squeezing toxics in the atmosphere.

And all the boys are singing the same old melody to you;
but you don't seem to care at all.
And all the girls are singing the same old song to you;
but you don't seem to hear a thing.

Pretty tears in your eyes and I taste the sadness.
Don…

Telephone Wires

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Sitting up all night,
scrolling through phone.
Waiting for a text or a call,
where are they when you need them?

Switching off all day,
tossing and turning all night long in the bed.
Waiting for the alarm to go off,
where am I?

I am lost.
Feeling anxious again.
I am lost.
Feeling depressed again.

Phoning all the people, just to talk nonsense.
Phoning all the people, just to cover the empty space.
What have we become?

Phoning all the people, just to pretend I'm fine.
Phoning all the people, just to stay connected.
What am I?

I am empty.
Feeling motionless again.
I am empty.
Feeling angry again.

And I can't sleep.
So, I am calling you, but you hung up.
All the thoughts are blowing up in the dark,
filling up the room with all these nasty sounds.

And I can't breathe anymore.
So, you are calling me, but I am making no sound.
All your words are blowing up in the dark,
filling up the room with unachievable ambitions.

I am feeling tired again and I don't know where I am going …

What if, if I lost myself?

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Never though I will reach that low;
I am in the lowest of the low.
You're expecting me to let go the pain.
But, I can't forget the situations.

I am having one more drink to forget, but I can't.
People seem to always remember how you behaved to them,
but they avoid to think how bad they were to you.

Never thought I would be that lost;
I am lost in the chaos expecting the message to go out.
I'm pretending everything's fine.
But, you are hurting.

And I have taken more than I can bare, but I can't change it.
I lost the direction
somewhere between the situations and the narration.
I am still waiting a divine sign, I don't want to be alone.
But, I am pushing everyone against the wall.
I am suffocating from all the people around me.

What if, if I lost connections?
Can't hold anymore.
What if, if I lost myself?
I am so tired to seek out for my parts.


Lungs

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Open up, be at the top of your lungs. Inhale the toxic atmosphere. Exhale the hate you kept inside. Happily aggressive 'cause you didn't let me go on as I am, but you tried to save me at last.
Can't break the circle I am in. I tried a hundred times,  but I could not break free.
Why am I still surprised?  I should have learned life ain't always fine.
Can't break the circle I am in. I built a wall around me,  now I cannot even breathe.
Why am I still standing in awe? I should have learned life ain't a game I own.
I tried to speak up, but you turned the volume down. I tried to speak up, but you said I act immaturely lately.   A convenient person in the crowd, looking for an escape in the state of mind.

Places (Where We Make Mistakes)

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I am in crowded places looking for you to open my eyes. I am in crowded places looking for you to take me away. There are so many eyes staring at us,  telling us how we should work it out. But we don't dare to talk about the future we planned; so fatalistic to become something we always said we're not.
Behind the white curtains I hide. I dare you to catch me - touch me. You can't find me cause I fade like a ghost, mainly when you turn to the empty side of your bed. Like memory I discolor in the pallet of your sheets.
I am in empty places looking for something to hold on. I need a hand to hold. I am in empty places looking for something to make me feel. I need your love. But we don't meet anymore as much as we did before; so I am frantic. 
In the woods you hide.  You dare me to find you. I want to hold you,  but you don't allow me to cross the lines you set - so romantic and scared. Like a baby that cries and laughs I anticipate for you to come to me.
I am in old p…