Too much. Too perfect.

Too much. Too perfect. It all breaks when you forget how to say my name. And I don't know, I can not see beyond this smoke covering my eyes... what will become of this dream, this nightmare I'm falling in. Ripping the roses we grew when you were still you and I was still me. Writing lyrics no one will ever sing. And in this darkness and among these days, a wasted love, some tears forgotten. If you can still walk, if you can still see, guide me to the non-existent end; if not just let me lie while time passes me by. If a light still shines along your way, keep it lit I will follow it, at least for a while, until I fall asleep in someone else's verses, in someone else's fears.

People

Some people are destined to feel more than others. Some people are destined to spend their life being someone they are not. Some people are destined to be alone no matter what. Some people are destined to nerver have dreams. Some people are destined to always find the wrong person. Some people are destined to nerver have what they deserve. The worst mistake you can make is to believe that you are not one those people.