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Feb 2015
What you worryin’ about and why’d you worry?
Why’d you care and what’s the hurry?
For all we know of our existence our saving grace remains our distance.

Calling out to the small, calling out to one and all, “Leaves that fall and leaves that fly, leaves that smile but always die and names we call as bridges fall were never meant to fall at all.”

If ever I was in a room with no-one else but you
The space around would tell the tale of red not blue
I peel away the chances that I had that brought me fear and wonder what on earth I would do if u weren't here
I love you in the morning and the days when you’re not there
I love you in the night the darkness makes me unaware of all the days that we have missed, days are so unfair
If I must die alone I die wishing u were here.

I load my gun with pink bullets in the hope that I can spread,
The kind of love I see and feel as I dream in my bed.
I'll pick you off one by one in the hope you're not dead but if you are then i'm sorry that you bled
I blow the smoke and I reload as i start to see,
I hope I kept just one pink bullet for me.
I load the bullet, **** the hammer and start to snigger, the bullet bounces off me when I pull the trigger.

In the night I played the cicerone,
The guide to all things sad
When morning breaks I'm still awake and crave the skin I've had.
Drinking now and not allowed to shake upon my feet
I drown every part of me until again we meet.

Sleep is not the answer if my dreams are not of you.
I'd rather lie awake to think and starve if you were food.
Darkness doesn't help cos you’re the light that shines through
The light that moves on every single thing I do.
Red sky in the night and in the morning blue like eyes.
If you are the truth then I'm sick of telling lies.
I don't like what it does but I like some things it buys.
If you were money I’d be the richest man alive.
Bernardo Soares
Written by
Bernardo Soares  London
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