It's hard to explain what does exactly it feels. Like wanna run. Like wanna scream... like wanna flee with some things inside me. But after all it isn't what I want. Don't wanna run and don't wanna scream... exactly. Oh Jesus Christ... arg!
But, anyway, I think it is like... like scheiße. =)
However, it seems like there are so many things I have to do. But I can't. I really can't. So one way or another I'll have to wait till those things... get done.
But, anyway, I think it is like... like scheiße. =)
However, it seems like there are so many things I have to do. But I can't. I really can't. So one way or another I'll have to wait till those things... get done.
By the time I knew, I was born
Reason or quest, not being told
What do I do, What should I take
Words "God Only Knows" won't work for me
Nothing starts Nothing ends in this city
Exists only sever lonesome and cruel reality
But still I search for light
I am the trigger, I choose my final way
Whether I bloom or fall, is up to me
I am the trigger
[me acordé de esa cancion =/]
and even if I'm broken...
I still want to hold you high... and steal your pain. ♪
