quarta-feira, 21 de abril de 2010

Garota interrompida

You know, I'm not really dead.

- Why would I want that?
- Because it makes you the good guy, sweety.

I'm playing the vilan baby, just like you want.

When you don't want feel, death can seem like a dream, but seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous.

But I know what is like to wanna die, how it hurts to smile, how you try to fit but you can't, how you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Some advice okay? Don't point your fucking finger in crazy people.

You lay down, you confess your secrets and your safe. The more you confess, the more they think about setting you free.

Sometimes it's hard for me to stay in just one place.