terça-feira, 1 de abril de 2014

I've been looking in the mirror for so long
That I've come believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces falling, shatter
Shards of me, 
Too sharp to put back together
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into little pieces

Take a breathe and I try to draw from my spirits well
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child
Lie to me
Convince me that I've been sick forever
And all of this
Will make sense when I get better
But I know the difference between myself and my reflection
I just can't help but to wonder 
Which of us do you love

So I bleed and I breathe. I breathe no more.