Always someone's calling
and my little one does not answer
What if
this call's not for her?
what if actually
you're guiding her away?
Lakes are her way
and birds her dressing
willing to stay
but her nature
drives her
to what you call the flames

She names it paradise
and closes the gate

Our pages burning red
while those glasses are swelling in my hands
and people keep saying
She's in her best
oh,
jokes they made
once I walk away.
and I can go on and on
but honey
problems can't be solved
it's so better living with ghosts
and oh, now that we don't talk
I'll scream my nightmares
to the walls I used to pretend
I chose on my own

too late to fake it
too early to begin again

pieces of broken glasses
and me
in the middle
trying and trying
nothing I got rid of.
Saw faces
strangers that felt known
lovers
I onced thought I own
all of them pieces
smaller and bigger
I need to fit in
I want to throw up
why you're looking at me like that?
What once was great
is leaving me with cuts,
to get away
I'm leaving you behind,
to rise again
is to find who I am

we said our goodbyes
and it reminded me
of the very firt time
in that lake
that smile
that firt "I want you to be with me"
flaming trouthness
-that's it, that's what it was-
once a hope
now a close door
always a pleasure
meeting you
and been gone.
I'm sorry our bridge broke
you were the reallest posibility I ever wanted to own

as long as there are colours
given by the sun
as long as the darkness
covers our goodbyes
when forever's the promise
but now is not in time
and you're trying to change
whithout it to last
I'll love you tonight, tomorrow and in every other sky's reborn

the hardest,
            scariest
       decision that
I took

How did we end up like this,
strangers that want to be kissed?

stories of woman and men and wolfes and the ocean
pictures burned
in someone's old closet
all of them masked
in the fond of yellow
bright as gold
real and cold
shades of me
shades of everything I abhor.
  I burned everyone who burned me
How can they not betrayed me when even myself betrayed me?

and I don't want to
but I let you anyway
and I don't want to
but I beg for our lives
together
and I don't want to
and all I do is be with you
and I love you
but our love is all over the place
and I love it
but I hate this pressure in my chest
and I don't want to
but I need to get away
and I don't want to
but you don't even know you're doing this to me
and I don't want to blame you
but this madness, these voices
keep renting my brain
and I don't want to
but I've been so messed already
that this is not helping
and I don't want to
but-

you gave me fights
I struggled to give away
everything now remains
you're the first thing I thought will leave the page
yet feels like this time
we ended the games
    (finally)

Mon coeur,
I can't live without you
I can't live when I'm with you
I can't breath
I can't speak
I'm turning French
to prettify the lie that we live.
             Notre vie,
             une grande catastrophe.

my dance moves
look like burning stones
in the active volcano
you created
they flicker and bounce
looks like not knowing what's going on
or what to do.
I'm I the losing steps you chose?

Will it be our last time
or are we lasting forever?

birds in this cage
one got away
scared enough
flew far upon this place
'till it finds
it's new
golden
cage
cozy and safe

trying to hug
          the void
    with bare hands

I stand here
worring about 4g running out
and all the love messages I can't send
and all that
for a boy
who finds
                everything
I wear ugly
and compliments me as
a 40 years old lady
while I'm in my 20's

And that's on how lame I am

I want you
as the sun
wants the sunsets
and
as the songs
play in the clubs
that I'm hanging on

once in a while
our paths meet
then cross the line
and we don't speak
for weeks
no matter the time
the weather
the year
I will always come back
to our messy love
my dear

there  is         no      one
I  can  argue          with
about       silly     things
no one       to        laugh
while doing the dishes
no        one           to cry
about        the  weather
and the   not      so well
cooked chicken   wings.
There' s         no    o n e
I     have        no       one

And I am here
still missing
that one trip
we never made

I just missed
a warm feeling
a true touch

we don't talk anymore
but I wish you
more than you know
my love for you
comes from the
life-giving source