quarta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2011

I'm just no good

There's no message in the bottle.
Just an empty glass.
Full of promises, full of dreams
But that's all in the past.

I could do things differently
I wish I'd do it all again.
But I know I can't learn from my mistakes.
Neither I can understand.

Simple things I make them hard
I can't wait I finish everything at the start
I'm a soul, I'm an arrow with a broken shaft
I'm just no good. I'm just no good.


I could try to make you mine.
But why should I.
I could try hard to make you mine.
But I will never try.

I could try to make you mine.
But there's just no use for that.
I'm a quitter, I don't fight
I can't have you that's a fact.

segunda-feira, 5 de setembro de 2011

You

I just wish I could take you.
'Cause I don't know you, but I want you.
Almost as if you could be what I was not looking for
But I was waiting for.
I knew that someone would come out of nowhere.
Someone would come out of the dark.
Someone would come to get me.
To hold me through the night.
To not let me go while I would sleep.
I knew that someone would come to make me whole.
Someone would come to make me smile.
Someone would come to give me the hope that I am not destined to be alone.
Maybe it's not you.
Maybe I so want to find someone I am hoping that it's you.
But if it's not you, you damn got me thinking it could be.
You.

domingo, 10 de julho de 2011

Not a waste

It's always the same,
At the end of the day I'm stuck with myself.
Surrounded by love
Nothing seems enough, I wanna be someone else.
'Cause sometimes I care
For someone who'd care, to see me happy
Happy, happy...

I avoid my tears to roll down my tears to roll down my chin
But I'm feeling as lonely as I've lately been.


My world is never enough for me
I always want something more, more, more, more, more,
And I'm not even talking about money and things
I just want someone to fully love me and support me
Want someone to give me hope, that my life is not a waste.
That my life is not a waste.

How hard it is to smile at me
And give me love,
Just to be there when I need a friend and be alwasy strong
I just wanna live my life and I want it to be,
But I'm stuck with living it to make proud the ones who're surrounding me.


Happy days, tese moments should be made for laughter.
But I'm drawn to save the smiles for never ever after.

terça-feira, 21 de junho de 2011

Saudades de gente parva.

Se as saudades me batem com força?
Batem.
E as melhores memórias vêm ao de cima.
Os melhores momentos chegam com mais força.
Espaços de tempo preenchidos ao acaso
Preenchidos, por acaso,
Por ti.
Fazes-me falta.
Por muito que não devesse,
Por muito que esteja errado. E está. E muito.
Atravessas-me a mente quando menos espero.
E ficas a vaguear por ali.
Imagens que não apago.
Fotografias que não tiradas,
Me ficaram na memória com uma clareza indescritível.
Porque embora as devesse apagar,
A verdade é que nem quero.
Ando a tentar quebrar um ciclo que não começaste,
Mas perduraste
E tornas-te mais sólido.
Vagueio por outros lugares,
Rodeio-me de outras pessoas,
E encontro-me inevitavelmente na mesma situação.
Três vezes depois de ti
Me deixei levar pelo erro
Mesmo sabendo no que me estava a meter.
Ao menos podes ficar com a certeza
Que nada é comparável
A não ser a situação em si.
E o ódio por o não conseguir evitar.
E a tristeza de não seres tu.
Há dias em que te quero aqui. 
No mesmo quarto. 
Na mesma cama. 
E está tudo errado. 
Até o facto de to dizer está errado. 
Devia apagar-te por completo da minha vida 
Mas a verdade é que não quero. 
Se calhar conseguia. 
Mas não quero. 
Estúpido.

quarta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2011

Sense.

It comes to a point where you're nowhere inside this place. Lost of yourself and fond of anything that comes in. Then there's emptiness. When you simply don't feel that you have a heart and you try to focus in everything else in your life. I don't know what comes next. I'm stuck in this last place. Where nothing makes sense 'cause you loose the capacity to feel the love. Or maybe you feel so because the one you feel something for is not available, and there's no one else to focus on. And even if that someone was available you still doubt that you would let it follow through. Just because you know you're not doing a full stop now. So the question arises again: Does it make any sense?

quarta-feira, 3 de novembro de 2010

Please don't mind

Understand that
Things don't work the way they're supposed to work
Compreend that
Things don't go as fast as we want them to go.

So take the pressure of your chest
Enjoy the ride to make it last
Forever

We're here to stay for as long as we can
And in between you're meant to feel the love
We're here to play for as long as we can
So in between just fall in love
And please don't mind falling in love with me. 


Stay a while, don't rush to go
Things, they're just supposed to turn slow
Stay a while just have some tea
Life's more fun while you're with me.

So take the pressure of your chest
Enjoy the ride to mak it last.
Forever

/ Life is bright when you look from the right direction
Just make sure that you're secure to make the good connection\

terça-feira, 14 de setembro de 2010

We are a lie

I’d like to know where to go, where to search what to live for
Cause life is done, I should be gone, be out the door
I refuse to pretend I’m good, when there’s nothing left to proove
I refuse to let it take a step in a direction not secure.

I’d like to live for as long as the day goes by
Adore the love and feel the sun shine on my face
But I hate the feeling, hate the fact of being right
We are a lie we should be gone without a trace.

We don’t get along, we’ll never belong to paradise and everything in between
We aren’t real and we ignore what we’ve never been

It’s not fair, to let it stare, pretend we dare to get that rush
We’re not machines, we don’t deserve to get the lush
I’m so confused, I’ve been so used by all that’s left inside this mind
This is a stop, back to the top, enough of being blind.

I’d like to touch the upper sky and be alive
For as long as there is a reason to strive
But still the feeling, the fact of being right
We should be gone, we are a lie.