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Vá-se lá saber porque fui eu desenterrar isto...

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding

This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
Ive reached my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And Im contemplating suicide

Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine

I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late
And I was empty within
Hungry
Feeding on chaos
And living in sin
Downward spiral where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself
And no love for another
Searching to find a love up on a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils

Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me in fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Nothings alright
Nothing is fine
Im running and Im crying
Im crying
Im crying
Im crying
Im crying

I cant go on living this way

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And Im contemplating suicide

Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Nothings alright
Nothing is fine
Im running and Im crying

I cant go on living this way
Cant go on
Living this way
Nothings alright

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?(Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come, break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life.
What would you do?(Do,do)
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for
I'm not running from you (from you)

Come, break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now: this is who I really am inside
I Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance
I know now, THIS IS WHO I REALLY AM

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh

Come, break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Come, break me down
Break me down
Break me down

What if I wanted to break...? (You say you wanted more, what are you waiting for? (bury me) I'm not running from you...)
What if I, what if I, what if I... (bury me, bury me)

Está bem, não me torturem mais. Sinto-me só por estes lados. É verdade. E depois de duas semanas em que a hora de chegada a casa variava consoante a quantidade de álcool ingerida (mas nunca antes das 5:00) também estou a sofrer de alguma forma de Jet Leg.
Portanto isto não tem estado lá muito bom para a escrita.
Hoje resolvi mudar isso: ofereci-me uma bela garrafa de Whisky de puro malte com 20 anos. E isso inspira-me?! Não, nem por isso mas, já se sabe com é o álcool: é bom para desinfectar feridas e, tudo o que arde, cura.

Caso ninguém tenha reparado, estive de férias. Ena…
Caso alguém queira saber voltei. Ena…
Voltei para enfrentar as consequências dos meus erros mas, sinceramente, não me apetece. Deixem descansar, deixem-me viver, deixem-me morrer, se preciso for, mas deixem-me.
Tudo o que não quero é que não me chateiem e, acima de tudo, que não me julguem pois não reconheço tal direito a ninguém excepto, talvez, a mim próprio.
Mas se, eventualmente, eu me quisesse julgar necessitaria entender-me e, tal, está longe, muito longe, de ser verdade.
Portanto se nem eu tenho capacidade para tal que ninguém se atreva a fazê-lo, estamos entendidos?