But you’ll regret it later..
I know. But people always regret things. Because they fear new things. Because they praise the things that were good way too much. Because they forget there were moments when they felt like they’re being chocked. They get lost in their self-created illusions and regret everything. That’s just a normal and full of stupidity perspective of people. It’s just how they behave.
Maybe. But just… I can assure you that when you go back to school you’ll experience the most awkward, depressing and dramatic few weeks this year. Cuz people will ask you questions you don’t even know
What if it all goes wrong? by something1214, literature
Literature
What if it all goes wrong?
What if it all goes wrong?
And your body gets stuck in the throng
When fire is burning long.
What if it all crashes?
And you’re there closing your eyelashes
When it all turns to ashes.
What if it’s all your fault?
That you left me alone in this court
When you’re lying there, cold.
There's a mist over the mysterious future.
Like the dust that covers the forest
After the play of the cleaner - the shooter.
Like the river of red,
Flooding from the eyes of this executor.
Like the happiness of mind
Which I get from the freedom of my dissolution.
Is it just me,
Or is it just you?
I don't know if it's true
So please give me a clue.
I don't know what to think
So please give me a hint,
Cause the way that you've been
Is too good to be real.
Kodėl gi ne?
Pabūsiu aisliuku kol manęs reikia.
Ir nesvarbu,
Kad "reikiamybė" iliks tik porą dienų,
Vistiek smagu.
Uteks man ir tų,
Paprastų jausmų.
Juk viskas vistiek pavirs skausmu.
O skausmas tikrumo teikia,
Argi ne?
This cross of the heart
Has killed all of our wishes
This pain of the soul
It's caused most of our shit and
These tears made of blood
Filled your eyes and you're speechless
My love for your touch
Made us both want to leave.
It was the love,
That I was sick of.
It made me strange,
It made me fake,
It turned my life
Into a never ending sex tape.
It was the pain
Paired with regrets,
It was the loss
Of all that's best,
That made me change
To my new phase.
So why I miss that love so much?
To make me weak,
To let me slip?
To break the branch on which I sit?
I have to feel the pain again,
To just be balanced, be insane,
To be the freak that people hate
To not go back into the tape erased.
For hell to open up the gates
And take my soul to devil's face...