Broken Clocks

We stare at broken clocks
The hands don't turn anymore
The days turn into nights,
Empty hearts and empty places
The day we lost her
I slowly lost you too
For when she died,
She took a part of you

No time for farewells,
No chances for goodbyes
No explanations,
No reasons why
I watched it eat you up,
Pieces fallen on the floor
We stare at broken clocks
The hands don't turn anymore

If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way
I would climb my way to Heaven,
And bring her back home again...

I Refuse To Close My Eyes

I have loved, and I have lost
I have turned, and I have tossed
I have listened, and I have watched
I've gave into this for long enough
I have lost, and I have loved
Sleep has stolen far too much
So don't close your eyes, not just yet
Sleep is just a cousin of death

Death is a promise, and life is a fucking lie

Messed up

Hazing clouds rain on my head
Empty thought fill my ears
Find my shade by the moonlight
Why my thoughts aren't so clear?

Candles raise my desire
Why are you so far away?
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay...

Where are you?

From The Inside

É fácil fingir estar feliz, difícil mesmo é convencer á si mesmo de que isso é verdade.
Meu interior permanece aos prantos, chorando desesperadamente, não suportando a enorme dor de ter que viver longe de você.
Eu peço, imploro por um amanha melhor, mas a única coisa que recebo são ilusões e incertezas.
As piadas perderam a graça e reações automáticas, gargalhadas falsas e um elogio qualquer, se disparam de minha boca.
Tento ser o mais feliz possível, mas é tão difícil que às vezes o que desejo mesmo é desaparecer, tentar viver em paz e nunca mais ter que me encontrar.

I want to die