"Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?"

i find it hard to hide it

Ayuda.

Estoy cansada. Cansada de ''¿Cansada de qué si no haces nada?''. Cansada de no saber que hacer conmigo. Cansada de no encontrar un lugar en donde estar. Cansada de no poder escapar. Cansada de poder no respirar. Cansada de pensar. Cansada de mi cabeza. Cansada de no poder salir de mi cabeza. Cansada del encierro. Cansada de los exteriores. Cansada de los interiores. Cansada de los reflejos. Cansada de no estar bien. Cansada de querer desaparecer. Cansada de ser tan egoista. Cansada del pensamiento "el amor no es para siempre". Cansada de llorar por nada. Cansada de mi. Cansada de sobrepensar. Cansada de arrepentirme. Cansada de ser solamente una hoja en blanco. Sin ideas o colores. Cansada de sentirme absolutamente nada. Cansada de compararme con los demas y darme cuenta que no soy nada. Porque en realidad eso soy: un nada que piensa demasiado y eso me duele. 

Ayuda.

bad sleep and dreams about guns

we're so far to heaven
still feeling it on my tongue
long, non-stop road
just like you said

you saved me from all my 4am headaches 
the sound of your siren
probably i won't fake
we should look brighter 

we're so far to heaven
still feeling it on my tongue
long, non-stop road
just like you said

three days 
one night
three houses
no faith 
three days 
one night
three houses
no faith 

long, non-stop road
no faith
just like you said

all i see are swinging doors

i'm not asking for more

sea beneath my feet
i used to believe in everything but me

what a cold morning

but never cold as you

taught to sing, not to scream

they are drowning in gold i've never touched

if this dream is so sweet why my body feels so bitter?

what you'll become when your voice die so young?

You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold.

Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.

Spring keeps you ever close, you are second-hand smoke.

You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.

Holding on to yourself the best you can.

You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.

w

follow dreams not those nightmares
pressure is on the way

i rather stay inside
because listening to your words make me regret everything i saw
of course im dying
of course pressure is on the way

maybe she changes the cables again
to get electrocuted
for a better change

i cant stop thinking about this song
you and i
hold them down for me 

maybe she smash her face again
for a better day

out of control

what a time feel alive
hating my reflection in the mirror once again

i'm not being quite myself
i'm sure i'll never will

you love lying on the floor
feeling your lungs out of control

get out those things out of my head
probably is just another memory dead

the other kids seem so clever
too blurry to believe
the other kids seem so much better

our favourite time 
our favourite day


so much noise in your head is gonna leave you deaf

a collision of atoms that happens before your eyes

No siento nada mas pesado mi cabeza y mis pensamientos. Ni siquiera la mochila más pesada que mi cuerpo cargara podría superar el peso de las cosas en mi mente. Lo mas triste es que aunque intente vaciarla, parece llenarse de nuevo y seguir tan pesada como siempre.