A piece of past

It was July two thousand and nine

When he came into my life

It started without noticing

And now I can't do without

Every second was a picture

A copy of what it doesn't last

He left me collecting scars

And having all out of sight

He promised to love me forever

But then he changed his mind

One dark day he waved goodbye

And I just kept repeating "Hi"

It's like a knife inside of my lungs

I can't keep telling myself lies

If you want me to be honest

I know you'll be the one

Even when the time goes by

And the best is waiting outside

I will always carry with me

Every piece of both of us

Prisoner

They say: "Maybe it's not possible, just let it go"

and after that I couldn't hear a single word

This dream I’ve been dreaming of

I will fight it with knives and swords.

There’s nothing that could stop me

Even though I fall apart on the floor

There’s no way this never happen to me

If it’s all I’m waiting for

I have my suitcase at the back of my door

It has been packed a long time ago

Happiness, truth and future

All wrapped up with a knot

Please don’t make me wait anymore

There’s nothing to hold on

I can see myself there

Why can’t you just take me where I belong?

It’s like the heaviest weight on my shoulder

It’s like an anchor stuck into my lungs

How can I live one more day

knowing this maybe will take much more?

It’s hard to see how easy is all in my head

And then go back and feel like hell

This prisoner is waiting to be released

please open the door and let her be free.

Are we fine? (20:05 pm)

I threw away the key and just was held it by the wind. That cold I've never forgot, pounding my chest and freezing my heart, remembering him far away from me.

If you just could be the man I would like to you to be, maybe right now I would have my arms around your neck and I would be feeling the best I could.

But the most of the days I dont feel in my precious story, I dont feel like I am in the right page anymore, you make me change the pages everytime. So.. the most of the times I just see pages but no memories, I dont see myself loving you and I end up looking for an ending.

Dont push me away when I talk to you down, dont blame me for get you down everytime you dont take care of me.. I'm blowing up now, like that bag of residue on the movie, I'm blowing away around you and you dont know because you're wasting your time making excuses like that "You're wrong", "You're selfish thinking on that way" and that things you like to say and think at first step on your mind.

I imagine myself walking the street I‘ve always wanted to walk and thinking about what I really want. I also imagine having the answer in the palm of my hand but I guess It’s not that easy. People become stranger and unknown when you least expect it. I never liked doubts, I always think that if there’s a doubt it’s because there’s something wrong. And many times I feel like a plenty room, full of wrong things, I just wanna feel good, the most I could ever feel. I'm not gonna expect less of that.