Guess I'm here again,feeling this angst- that makes me concernedand a little confused.I dont know if I miss youor if the caffeineruns fast towards my veins.But I must confess, Gasolline,Ive been drinking too much againGasolline, you weremy girlI abandoned my life for youand threw away my versescapable of cure, heal and clean.- The ones filled with pleasantness [In fact}There were nothing asa day after anotherWe drifted apart,got away from eachother,my verses came back- cause I reminded tolet loosemy true steps and not put on youthe faultabout hold my truepower.Maybe life is just amount of factsOne succeeded by another,then while walking own pathswe realized there wereno one made for each other.The truth.- we dont know at all But Im certainly I stillcan reach your heart.And Darling, this doubtlessly,is not a speech that we cant,Neither a depressive depart.Between us theres no wallBut I still sense you so farThis fact.- Its true And believe me when I tellI read all our letters.And while seated here,this prision made me realizehow life could be betterNow Im starring youthrough the windowfiguring how much timewould tookif I had walked,through the doorand told youYoure not just a fluke. I d tried tokill myself one dayThis emotionalstupidityNot to talkwith anyone, Not tocherish well for anyone.Just silenceSilence.- so adolescent The centreof the universe(Damn! Thatsa good song after all)Oh fuck,this pathetic silence.I started towonder, to start looking after To chasesome dreams on TV,Elsewhere,Distant lands,far over landsI dont knowFuck.What totell?What towrite?Why towrite?You know, Spend mytime, my wordsWhy, if thethoughts keeps coming?If my headhave them.Its aconstant.Why toshare?To write wontmake anything betterOr willAnd Ialready haveThis social laziness.And,everybody knows,That its somuch easierTo accepteverything.Life is aBitch!Period.I woke up5:30 in the morningTo torturemyself overAnd overAnd overAgain.FuckI was raiseto be a King,You know,crownsAnd kindashit,Not castles,But theworld.At school Was the best Fuck whateveryone said. Best in knowledgeand shit.Math,Grammar, this crapThey say ItsimportantAlwaysAlmost twentyyears of "The Best of the Best"A whole livealbum.Succeed bybeingThe worst. Andseeingthe worst ofall beingsbeing betterthan me. Just afucking pride In the end I was just sick of myselfMy mistakes,the one with capital letters,and the ones who doesnt have anyone.The silence mistake.It s like on poker pal,You make the callsTake the cards. BluffPlay, or not.But without taking actions_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Nothing happens I have stared her upon her gentle lips,and pictured a canvasinspired by them that were perfection by themselves I could not do a thingBesides look at herand have one more instant spent.Thought I was losing my mind for an instantBecause the snowwas flowing over there, And the windhad that swingmoving her blonde hair. Then her voice echoedin unison through my mind. And my eyes just filledwith tears of any kindBecause I always knewshe wanted meto stay inside.To do not pass throughthe door.To do not leave her aside.Oh, I think she knowsThat I cannot handle her tearsAnd as long as the timekeeps goingI want to be with herover the years.We certainly could read our gesturesI have stared herUpon her elegant eyes,Seeing anything besidesthe toneReflecting a loveThat could lead usup to the sky They were brown and magnificent The Wind was cold,and filled with disorder.But in a way we could feel,more clearly,the