Killed, dead, murdered... Still, alive.

Resolvi afogar algumas frustrações aqui no blog... Ignorem, provavelmente eu apague esse post daqui a alguns dias... E lá se vão mais palavras:

I just can't get enough of trying to give in
Each waiver means a new beginning
And, soever I keep blinding myself by the truth hidden in each lie
I deep within know that nothing is what you're full of

Am I the only one to misbelieve love?
No matter how happy I got when knowing hope wasn't dead
I knew it would mean nothing
Because I'd been long killed

Killed by the fear I felt about facing it
Killed by the loneliness that adopted me
Killed by the redention I still believed in
Killed by the poison I myself drank

I just can't get enough of writing about this
And then, I wonder: is it really you who I'm aching for?
What'd I rather: living like I've been or keep on trying?
I deep within know that none of the choices would end up good

I forgive you for letting me down
I forgive you for pretending, and for lying too
Whatsoever your sorries mean, can't mean how sorry I am for myself
Because after all, I wouldn't forgive myself for forgiving ya.