ore 16.45 :: umore: triste

Hard times flowing and my eyes couldn’t see stars shining
My heart couldn’t feel the beauty of the rising sun
And I’m lost like a bottle that floats in the sea for ever
Will somebody pick up my hope?
Will somebody try?
Will I realize?
’cause it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting, hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell
Time will heal

Just pieces of truth that I chose to keep
No matter if now they are gone
No matter if I am alone
Still I can get back on my feet and walk on
As I know there was something to learn
I know there will always be more worth moving on for

Though, it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell
’cause it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell

I’d love to be one of those colorful early summer days
When everybody is happy that you came
Everybody smiles back at you as soon as your eyes cross their eyes
But something has to happen first
I know winter has to come before it blossoms

So it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting
I have been hurting and now

Only time will tell

‘cause it’s broken broken
Something got broken like stolen
Stolen, like if it was stolen
And hurting hurting
I have been hurting and now
Only time will tell
Time will heal


Questo post nasce per quelle persone che in questi giorni mi incontrano e si rendono conto che non e' piu' con me che parlano.
Per coloro che mi chiedono come vada, che fine abbia fatto il blog, ecc ecc.
Non ho spiegazioni, non voglio darne, e' solo un periodo di merda.
Semplice e lineare, e se a qualcuno non sta bene cazzi suoi.
Non so che fine fara' questo blog, non so nulla in questo momento.
Non posso nulla.
Forse questa settimana prendero' una decisione... ammesso che riesca a dare almeno uno dei due esami che avevo in programma, sperando che mi sia davvero concesso di parlare, che non sia un pro forma, perche' sbattere contro i muri fa male.
Ho molto, molto da dire, ma non qui.
Mi spiace che dobbiate leggere questo, voi che avete chiesto, ma sono le uniche parole che ho.
Mi spiace.

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