Daylight
Floating inside the black hole of self awareness refusal, I see light out running me.
It's Past on pursuit... sneaks up beside me and whispers words of wisdom.
Memory molds to desire, making my life look like a worst case scenario in a perfect course of action.
My Big Picture blurs. Perception becomes distorted by the smoke of wasted time disposal.
I just woke up and found myself deep under toxic water... drowning.
I swore I'd never give in to adulthood... I'd never quit thinking... never betray my feelings.
My vow saved my life.
It's hard to be alive. Love never felt so painful, so true.
but since we seem to be... let the pain of love do its course and become happiness again, cause that's what it's meant to be.
Don't give up your vows, adulthood sucks!
Certo che però potevo anche rispondere alla traduzione italiana, vabbè... l'inglese è la lingua del mio cuore in questo periodo assurdo.
E datemi della birra per "colui che forse c'è forse non c'è"...
e delle endorfine!