we are each others favourites;
no one talks first
no one talks last
but somehow
somewhere in the middle
we find each other;
maybe that's fine

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

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'm sharing a house with her;
She's the moodiest person I know

She drinks her coffee without sugar
in the cold days,
and with sugar in the sunny days.
She calls it way of living;
      I call it lost of interest

She sleeps all day
to drive her demons away
     -I think
      she's creating more-
and if not,
she cries over a crack in the wall

Melancholy should be her second name
      -she annoys every cell in me
        I'm not even trying to explain-
so much sadness in a face
she destroyed the colours of our furniture  
in the very first day

I think of driving her off the house
but then,
  an abandoned house
is the most miserable thing
I can think about

I don't even know how to talk about this.

My mind's playing games with me,
I am the end of the game.
My mum wants to help,
she doesn't understand,
me and help don't get along with each other.

I don't even know why I'm talking about this.

It doesn't seem like I'm actually talking about something,
meanwhile I'm talking about everything.
Different inflection when I see myself,
shadows and stars sleeping in the same bed.

I don't know why I'm so difficult to understand.

I just missed
a warm feeling
a true touch

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

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

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.

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

the hardest,
            scariest
       decision that
I took

I love to watch
          lovebirds
It reminds me
Of the warm
I always search for
but somehow
            always
fly away

At first,
I thought of life as a torture.
I was thinking,
        ''why I have to deal with this?''
   and
        ''how I'm going to fix that?''

The truth is life is fun
        -but how can you find the fun part if you're complaining about
        everything?-
and it's about this fun that we 're all feeling this unbearable pain.

We are suffering in the name of hope
       -People hope for growth
       for money
       for recognition
       for success
       for love-
nobody cares to give love.
   All we do is take (!)

Life is given as a gift
and what we do as in return?
We only care about ourselves
and not even in a good way.
       - We don't truly love ourselves;
       if we did,
       we wouldn't crave for self-confirming -

Eventually,
I found out that
I don't have time for sadness,
I don't have seconds to hate.
So,
talking about life,
I talk about happiness,
I talk about peace,
I talk about forgiveness,
I talk about silence,
I speak of love.

Are you sourounded by your dreams or your nightmares?

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

cold water in a shower
hot chocolate getting cold
favourite clothes getting old
movies without the ending I want
ice cream falling in the floor
people having fun when I'm at my worst

You know,
You can answer
your messages
If you care
   -like you said you do-
Or leave me alone
forever
Thanks.

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

Lay in bed with me
You said
And I
can do this
all day