"It seems the perfect spot...to lose myself
To feel again....
Would you feel my word?
More than words can say...
It seems the perfect room
Defines my needs, my thoughts...my dreams
Would you feel my word?
More than words can say...
So you own my choice
And I feel...
More than words can say.
Don't care about you
It looks I've reached the crossroad...
Remains of what I am still waiting on the sidewalk
To fill this peaceful day
The burden of a choice
My past dissolved...erased
Would you believe my word?
More than words can say...
So you own my choice
And I feel...
More than words can say.
Don't care about you"
"Urma" is the name of the band. Woke up with a bitter taste of life after sleeping with the tv on. It was most probably because of all the crap that news channels are promoting. I had my thoughts obsessed on one thing : Amy Whinehouse died. Couldn't tell if it was reality or just a dream. Reached for my phone in order to check if anyone tried to get in touch with me since i had a late wake-up. A message from one of my closest friends : "amy whinehouse is dead:( ". She is dead and i am fucked. Had another episode of mixing what's real with my imagination. I am not controlling my feelings and i find myself lost, lonely. In the end what is real? What percent is fiction? How objective can we really be? Are the people that we love returning it with the same intensity? What if they can't ? Who has the answers? Replay... Trapped again trying to be this example of honor, objectivity, harmony. Hiding the fear, the instincts of running away, that need to be as irresponsible as a 3 years old kid. *perfect spot - a place where you feel like you belong? chasing the perfect spot * So tired of doing "the right thing". This would be the explanation of my alcohol escapades. I can't do what i feel because my brain is locking that and overlaps the pattern with the universal rules. Many unsaid words, words that dies on their ways to my lips, words that would tell the world who i really am, but no! I can't do that! As rough as it might be, i won't back down. I can die taking secrets with me, I will die with honor even if I might be the only one left on earth that cares about this more than about herself. *it seems the perfect spot to lose myself, to feel again... - such a weak person, so addicted to feeling * There are 2 types of people : the ones born to be happy and the ones that know too many things to ever be happy again...*so you own my choice and i feel more than words can say , don't care about you, don't care about you, don't care about you....
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