It must be tough
I feel so tired. Tired of being used. Tired of being mistreated. Tired of being rejected. Tired of this bizarre game of life in wich anyone of us take any advantage.I feel happy too. Happy of sharing my days with you. You, people who aren't afraid of sharing your thoughts, worries and feelings. Happy for all those kind words, sweet kisses and comforting advices you give at no interest and no charge.
But I also feel sad for you. Sad for your unconsciousness. Sad for your straight escape. Sad about your lifestyle. I wasn't like that but I'm trying. I only truly believe in personal evolving. It didn't have to be this way or maybe it just was meant to be.
I felt like I needed to express myself in English.
Too much for today. Too less for tomorrow.
Listening to Fleetwood Mac, The Chain - Rumours 1977
Listen to the wind blow. Watch the sun rise. Run in the shadows. Damn your love, damn your lies. And if you dont love me now, you will never love me again. I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain. Listen to the wind blow. Down comes the nigh. Run in the shadows. Damn your love damn your lies. Break the silence. Damn the dark damn the light. And if You dont love me now, you will never love me again I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain.
