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19.9.05

Isso aqui eu escrevi semana passada


I'm becoming less to find as days go by
Fading away
Well you might say
I'm loosing focus
Kind adrifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself

Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Because it doesn't really matter
(no it doesn't really matter anymore)
None of this really matters anymore

Yes I'm alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it's because you never were really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself [x6]
And it worked.
Yes it did!

There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me

The tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be scab and I
had this funny feeling
Like I just knew it was something bad
I just couldn't leave it alone, picking at that scab
Was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through

Now I am somehwere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I knew I
really Shouldn't see
And now I know why (yea now I know why)
Things aren't as pretty
On the inside

--
sozinha, ou o parto das palavras. eu estou tranquila. sentia quente em mim
a tranquilidade que se esvazia com o ar que escapa entre meus labios. era
dia, depois noite. e o sono... sempre curto, mas era.



me irrite, me rasgue. arranque de mim. sou cuspindo meu sangue em você.
deveria me sentir grata? o sono é para os fracos. repouso. é tempo de
celebrar...


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