..fading embers..

citesc si recitesc alea doua paragrafe si.. nu e locul meu.. stiu ca asa e si ca nu mai am nimic de zis care sa conteze in vreo directie..

What about…

Your words they make just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
And the words just disappear
Cuz it’s always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said
So i speak to you in riddles
Cuz my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
Cuz i can’t take anymore of this
I wanna come apart
And did myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart
Cuz it’s always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said
I am nothing more than
A little boy inside
That cries out for intention
That i always try to hide
Cuz i talk to you like children
Though i don’t know how i feel
But i know i’ll do the right thing
If the right thing is in fear
Cuz its always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said

…dust in the wind… fading embers

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About Adina

motoare, munte, cai, verde, libertate, mare, lacramioare, salbatic, zbor, fotografie, cai, natura, concret, echilibru, teatru, floare de colt, folk, foc de tabara, oameni
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