If time would pass me and I´d be happy and anger left this heart of mine and
no indifference to take the distance or hesitation to cross those lines.
I might have stayed here.
I might have waited but in the end we all know that I want something better.


When you feel the need to be so bitter I don´t even care.
You say the things that just don´t matter cause I´m not even here.
You take the chance of being found out.
It´s fatal. I know.
But you can talk, talk, talk and talk until you grow old.

In my awakening I saw the best things.
I saw the things I could have had and all that time I had been wasting.
I think about it and feel sad.
And just the notion of pure devotion to all the sweetest things there are is
such a foreign feeling but it feels so good.