You were never really here.

It’s all right, you can go, you were never really here.

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True faith.

When I was a very small boy
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
And the value of destiny comes to nothing.

The choice.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
It’s never been so real
What doesn’t kill you makes you stranger
But wipes away the fear

You can cry all you want
But it won’t change the fact
If you want to survive
You will have to react.

Damaged.

I am merely the product
Of the life that I’ve lived
An amalgam of sorrows
And the wisdom they give

But the weight has grown heavy
And it’s dragging me down
It’s so hard not to sink now
But I don’t want to drown

I’m damaged
But somehow I’ve managed this far
But I don’t know if I can find my way back home

I’m damaged
But somehow I’ve managed for now
But I don’t think I can face this on my own

There is beauty in hardship
There are poems in grief
There are trials we must go through
Though they may shake our beliefs

But I don’t know how I got here
Lost in the cynical dusk
Set adrift in the worry
That I’ve no one to trust

I’m damaged
But somehow I’ve managed this far
But I don’t know if I can find my way back home

I’m damaged
But somehow I’ve managed for now
But I don’t think I can face this on my own

If to suffer is holy
I’ll take my share of the pain
I can swim through this sadness
If there’s something to gain

I can reach for the surface
And try to pull myself free
But the last thing I want is
To drag you down here with me

I’m damaged
But somehow I’ve managed this far
But I don’t know if I can find my way back home

I’m damaged
But somehow I’ve managed for now
But I don’t think I can face this on my own

Twin Peaks 2.

There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things – things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real. The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts – tear ducts – to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes – then we ask: “Will this sadness which makes me cry – will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out – will it ever end?” The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.