We both read our scripts,
but we're not on the same page.
You and I are just actors
who treat life as the stage.
We rehearse our lines,
but they're not what we mean,
for once lets break character
and call cut on this scene.
We could steal the show
if we rewrite the play
and end the charade
of this macabre matinee.
We've reached the finale,
there's no encore after all.
This is our shot,
our last curtain call.
Branco e bege se fundem na cortina
Feixes de luz tentam passar
para um mundo onde há muito
a poeira e a maneira.
Observe o movimento sutil
do tecido repetido e entretido
A transparência é genuína
mas a poeira
O espaço tímido não se revela
Escondendo sua sequela
de quando tão ingênuo
escondia uma janela aberta.
Bem, está trancada agora.
Not quite a hurricane
but a wind that still blows,
holding love aloft.
I prefer to be behind the scenes
observing the audience
through a chink in the curtain.
I am prophecy self-fulfilled,
but I’ve been before mistaken.
Surprised to learn
they embrace what they kill.
You were known as a man of few words,
Yet you spoke of a thousand advice,
You held in all the pain,
So no one can hear your cries.
It's never my intention to argue with you,
I grew up knowing more of the ill toungue,
Been taught to detest;debate and prove myself right,
Since I was very young.
I wasn't there most of the time,
But don't mistook me for seeking freedom,
Such are not within my wish,
All that was so you can be there with them.
My dream is now broken.
Its all for the love,
That I might never have shown.
In my prayers and our memories,
Is where you stay,
Is something I could never say.
I have still got pain.
Its big and in vain,
For its only pain,
It has got no body and no brain.
Its of no use ,
And from it nothing I will gain
But it still comes like a tornado and rocks me like a hurricane .
It breaks my windows and knocks on my door
And enters swiftly, even when I don’t open them wide anymore,
And it holds me prisoner,free once but no more ,
And it makes me write verses like they were curses once for sure,
Thats the gift that gives me my pain .
No its never a boon,
it's alwez a bane.
A bane of my existence,not clear and quite uncertain.
I ride the waves from fountain to fountain. My pain has really no gain BT it's still bleeding,
bleeding crimson red from heart shaped curtains .
From the door to the street, it will make me keel it will make me bleed, but
Don’t love me alone, I may be insane.
But love me, love me because i come branded with my pain.
and not eating anything
My nights are sleepless
And I've become a mess
Most of the time
I'm just starring...
Starring at the wall
While just feeling empty
Feeling nothing at all....
But thanks to
What I've been through in my life
Then I'm still able
To put on a fake smile
And kick my ass outta bed
Even though I'm feeling sick.
I keep myself together
Until I get home
Then I return to bed
After pulling my curtains down.
Here I'll hide and stay
Until the next day
Where I'll have to
Put my fake smile on again...
Beyond the pure curtain of mist,
At a distance stood the lofty hill,
Somewhere in between - she does exist,
Changing course of climate at her will;
On every leaf, a raindrop danced,
Nature sat like a fairy's child,
At all the greenery, she glanced,
Her tune - a perfect rhythm and mild;
Then, she stood with open arms,
To embrace the first unceasing rain,
As though the rains were charms,
Her eyes were bright without pain;
The melody echoed in the meadows,
In the bushes little flowers bloomed,
Little creatures stayed in the shadows,
And in the shimmering moonlight she loomed;
Raindrops lost to the vast sea,
The waves splashed onto the shore,
She gave in to the plea,
A gown of blue and green she wore;