Whispers

Don't take away my pride
You've killed so much already
That's everything I've got
Why are you taking it from me?

I spit those words to you
Leave me!
Leave me!
I can't feed myself with words

I'm weak, I'm weak
And I fear I'm going to hurt you...
I'm still strong enough
To make you fear too...

Leave me!
Leave me!
You've killed so much already
And I fear I'm going to...

Feeling High, Feeling Low

I first met the monster
Inside someone's
Restless mind

He tried to trick me about
The great flights and distances
He could make me reach

Quite an informal meeting
Or I should say "scary"...
The monster never rests...

Yet, he wasn't really that kind
In the second time he was tough
Didn't care about my pain
Or my regret, anyways

Our bodies turned one
And my mind and life
Became the monster's...

He never let me rest
My mind races
And never sleeps

(For an entire life, not so long...)

Mentally Tired and Stuff That Won't Leave me Alone

Ta-take
Take everything out of
Your, your, your way
Absence of, absence
Absence of, of, of
Whatever is that you need
Or look for
Or whatever, right?
Take those things out
Of mind and body
And reactions
Chains
Chain
Chain reactions are a
Little bit dangerous
Aren't they?
Dangerous
Dangerous
Danger
Danger
Danger
Keep away!!
Overload!
Come back
Back
Come back!!!!
Take, take, take,
Those things out of your
Life...
They deserve, they do
They do deserve
Take them aaaaaaaaaall
Out of your way...

Let Me Tell You Something You Don't Know

Sir, I have some news:
I'm in love

And this love will be buried for ages
'Til I look into my lover's eyes
And say: "Gosh, you're late!"

Sir, I have a confession to make:
I regret

I regret the time and opportunities I wasted
I mean, in things others than appreciate his company
I regret my delays, how I shut my mouth
And, Sir, how I regret my goodbyes...

Sir, I have something to offer:
Take my love

It has turned in something unbearable
Something too strong for my weak mind
Take half of it, help a dear friend
And in case of overload, it doesn't hurt share some
With meaningless-life people...

Mudanças

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Something to say

I have to let myself feel things intensily, you know? So I can write down my intense feelings. That's how I work, who I am, why I live! People nowadays are always afraid of letting feelings dominate them. They always avoid fill themselves with love, hate or activate any "extreme feeling button". People want to keep themselves at control, and feelings don't allow that, they're so unstable! But see, I don't regret any minute I let my feelings have control of my body. I don't regret any decision I made based on what I felt. I like when people comprehend me as much as I like when people don't get me at all! It's the same feeling of fulfillment. I like living fully, with no fear to block my way. Even those who live life like there's no tomorrow could never let themselves be controlled by such things as emotions. I do. I let emotions overcome my body, my tongue, my words, my hands and my eyes. I let them trick me with their love ilusions and disappointments. There's always a tomorrow, you see? There's always a promisse for the future, an appointment we made with our friends or a family meeting for the next christmas. You can't deny, you can't think about not having a tomorrow. There's always a promisse waiting, right in front of us...

Quando Tudo Parece Demais Para Aguentar

Não!, não tire o que resta de mim
Ou talvez, tudo o que me resta
Não é nada, ou até
O nada que me preenche seja demais
Pra mim, ou para todos...

Não!, não me diga que posso me arrepender
É tudo uma questão de ponto de vista
Ou o ponto de vista depende da ação, ou
Tudo o mais é só uma conspiração
Para me levar pro mau caminho
Ou me desviar do bom, quem sabe?

Não!, não sei se eu deveria me arriscar
Afinal, não se sabe o futuro
Ou o futuro é muito bom em esconder
Seus olhos, escondendo sua alma para não,
Talvez, ser compreendido pelos tantos
Poetas, ou filósofos, deixando muito
Pra filosofar, ou sonhar, quem liga?

Ainda há tempo pra sonhar...?