What happened to
The days where
We could make
A mistake

What happened to
The actions that
We could make
Without consequence

What happened to
The mistakes that
We could make
And move on from

What happened to
The people that
We could make
Happy without trying

What happened to
The consequences
We didn't make
Follow us

What happened to
The past that
We could keep
In the past

I’m lost among several places
No idea where I should go

I carry my fears
I carry my thoughts

No escapes  
More faults

When you left me everything started change.
I can’t feel my heart
I can’t feel my bones  

The worst thing that I face
knowing myself I can’t change
My heart is burning in every time
To accept that you will never be mine

Pains can let us born again
or
**** us and die forever

I am a simple man –
I still enjoy the lost art of
washing your hands before and after
using the bathroom,
I find courage in the occasionally tap on the back,
when everything goes dark,
and the back alley looks like a modern piece of art.
I try not to live the same day over and over again, but,
somehow, I end up making the same mistakes,
closing all the doors that are left open
for me.
I’m never early to a party.
I’m never late, either. I just don’t get invited anymore.
When I was little, I was mesmerized
by the choir of voices in my head –
now I’m just irritated by their meaningless noise.
The 4 rooms seem smaller and things are moving like crazy –
it’s like an earthquake inside this heart of mine
that’s behaving from time to time
like a lady with high heels and low standards.

I am a simple man –
I manage to complicate everything
in the simplest way.

To make the best of any mistake
The chance to learn one must not forsake;
No learning from a mistake to take
Is the worst mistake that one can make!

Hay,
its the first thing I touched in this world. Perhaps I was a needle in a haystack. If you look closely you'll never find, only by mistake you'll locate. 

A mistake,
A mistake, 
A mistake, 

When I first said hey, life came tumbling down. 

Your mother is to love you and care for you. 

Not a mother of a mistake

She uses bats to crack your skull, 
She uses knives instead of hugs. 

Mistakes have no choice but to say "HAY" to everyone they meet. 

Hay, I'm a mistake, please be my friend. I cant do this another day.