Sinto que procuro alguma coisa.....Mas nao ha lugar algum onde possa encontra-la.Me vejo dando passos reversos,Rodando e girando universos....Tentando entender, tentando me achar.Nao sei pra onde ir, ou pra onde olhar.....Quero alcancar....as vezes deixar pra la.Minha mente em parafuso,Nao consigo controlarEsquinas vem e vao....O que nelas havera?Em meus passos falsos, nao ouso espiar.So queria um conforto,algo pra me acalentar......Minh'alma tao gelida me faz afundar....Temo por dentro, por fora nada ha.Sorrisos constantes pra voce nao me desvendar...Ha tanto ando solta,Sem nem um porque....Talvez o que me falteSeja um verdadeiro querer.Ja e hora de firmar os pes no chao de uma vez.E farei isso por voce..... Trapped in an awkward loopTrying to get saved from my silly inner thoughts....That come visit me from time to time.And whenever I look at you....It's torturing....Your pale skin as snow...These deep black eyes as coleAnd the movement of your lips...so sweetWhen you cacth your fears and dreamsAnd turn them into melody.But you swear by the Gods you're heartlessAnd I totally disagree....I can see you from who you are....But I'm tired of falling for you....And seeing no hands to help lifting me upI'm done with writing you stuff from the heart...Stuff that you'll never even readCause words won't be enough anywaySo I'll put my feelings to sleepThen I'll be numb....And It'l be all gone.So I hope....I beg in these poor written words,That it'll be goneDeep inside I know I'll be fine for this whileOn my own...All Alone. Keeping unbeating hearts in jars....Shelves and shelves in a long room.....That doesn't seem like a healthy thing.I'm tired of this so called...collection....Hurts to look, stare at them.I'm really unhappy 'bout the things that had already passed by....I don't deserve it.....They don't either.My own soul is torn...filled with tears and bloodSo I decided to lock this room.....Never to see those jars again.Never to feel this endless pain....Of knowing that I might be a monster.Monster!How did I come to be like this?How could anyone turn into that?However, I kept the key.....How sick can that be?Noe I've found that those were all mine....And with no fixing, I keep switching.Trying to get a second, third, fourth....chance.I own a cemetery of hearts that once belonged to me.....What do I do with the key? He was left alone at that boatFloating on a sea made of tearsDragged by unmanageable feelingsSuffocated in his own breathingThe sky above was shiny and goldHe kept staring at it till the darkness showed upIt was fascinating how loud his heart could beatDrums announcing an upcoming inner storm....He watched his beard grow day by day....He felt his soul shrink little by little....A prisioner of life's joke.He loved more than he could bearAnd he jumped into sail without careWould he ever go back to shore? Did he want to?He decided he couldn't live like that anymoreThe sky's colors were so amazingly brightTill he saw himself in solitude.So he grabbed his pocketknife and carved on the wooden mast...Something never to be read again....If he jumped afterwards...that's unknown...Those words.....well, they'll be there on that same boatHigh seas...For someone from somewhere, for somehow......always to ship on. I was