29.4.15

i miss my friends, wherever they are, I miss them here, alone, I miss them so much that the wo

fire

amigo traz um extintor que tem um incêndio no meu pulmão 
eu corro todo dia e fumo toda noite 
mas não adianta, não tem cidade no mundo que conserte o que há de errado 
e isso não soa certo pra mim

28.4.15

nothing

there is nothing to say, the trees are so still that they seem lonely
not a single ray of light to talk about

that's why

I used to think life was too much fun so I lit a cigarette cause they told me those are dumb, but I 
I just felt like too good and so young 
I just thought it would be cruel if I were to live so much