quinta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2010

I'm a fake.

Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die;
I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.
Love is not like anything,
Especially a fucking knife!

~ The Used.

8 comentários:

Adriana disse...

wow. adorei mesmo o teu blog :) está tão querido!

RuteRita disse...

adoro !

Anónimo disse...

adoro ler textos em inglês, embora só entenda um bocado e o resto tenha de ir ao tradutor *-*
mas gostei :3
e estás lindissima na foto !

- Silvia ♔ disse...

maravilhoso (:

Danii disse...

Ahah :p

PinkMoon* disse...

Tens toda a razão :)
Obrigado pela força querida :)


Danii disse...

Pois éee +.+

joanabogalho disse...

adoro o teu blog, vou seguir *