terça-feira, 26 de maio de 2009

Pleasures I deny

Oh fucking hollow heart, who made you this way? You were not supposed to be empty. Oh my hollow heart, why do you have to brake other hearts? Can't you see that you're only hurting the ones around me, and that makes me feel a terrible person. Oh empty, emotionless, sick, miserable heart...

What's the pleasure about all this? Does that makes you feel good? Does that makes you stronger? i'd die for a chance to fall in love, and oh God, I had this chance in hands. Only God knows how thankful and glad I was to have this chance, and you broke it. You throught it away.

And I tell you my friend, it was not the first time you did this. Everytime you waste a chance, I only get closer to madness.

"Don't you have a heart? Don't you feel anything there, inside of you?"

Oh it hurts evertytime I hear these questions, the same questions.

Oh hollow heart please leave this body, let me live. Let me.

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