Going through the motions

Every single night, the same arrangement, I go out and fight the fight. Still I always feel this strange estrangement, nothing here is real, nothing here is right. I´ve been making shows of trading blows just hoping no one knows that I´ve been going through the motions, walking though the part, nothing seems to penetrate my heart!

Will I stay this way forever?

I don´t want to be going through the motions, losing all my drive. I can´t even see if this is really me... And I just wanna be alive.

Give me something to sing about

Life's a show, and we all play a part. And when the music starts, we open up our hearts. It's all right, if some thing's come out wrong, we'll sing a happy song and you can sing along.

Where there's life, there's hope.

Every day's a gift.

Wishes can come true.

Whistle while you work.

So hard. All day.

                     

To be like other girls. Just fitting in this glittering world.

                     

Don't give me songs. Give me something to sing about!

                   


Life's a song you don't get to rehearse and every single verse can make it that much worse. Still my friends don't know why I ignore the million things or more I should be dancing for.
                     

All the joy life sends.

Family and friends.

All the twists and bends.

Knowing that it ends.

Well, that depends.

                     
On if they let you go. On if they know enough to know that when you've bowed you leave the crowd. There was no pain, no fear no doubt, 'til they pulled me out of Heaven. So that's my refrain. I live in Hell, 'cause I've been expelled from Heaven.
                    

"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it."

Walk throgh the fire

I touch the fire and it freezes me. I look into it and it's black. Why can't I feel? My skin should crack and peel! I want the fire back! Now through the smoke she calls to me, to make my way across the flame. To save the day, or maybe melt away.
I guess it's all the same! So I will walk through the fire, 'cause where else can I turn? 


'Cause she is drawn to the fire, some people never learn.

So one by one, they turn from me, I guess my friends can't face the cold. But why I froze, not one among them knows, and never can be told.

                                And we are caught in the fire,
                                       The point of no return,
                             So we will walk through the fire,
                                            And let it burn!                    








                                                                  Showtime!

Rosario

En su egoísmo dirigió su mirada al exterior. 
Vio. 
Y le gustó lo que vio. 
Le pareció conveniente. 
Quiso tenerlo. 
Y lo tendría sin importar lo que tuviera que apartar de en medio, 
aunque fuera un alma. 
Y apartó, y tuvo. 
La soledad consumió a la sombra, 
encandiladas ambas por la ignorada crueldad.
Y la sombra sirvió a su cometido,
fue útil, fue agradable, fue paciente. 
Pero el egoísmo puede más que la mentira.
Todo pierde su utilidad.
Entonces habrá que buscar otra sombra que consumir, 
otros lazos que cortar. 

I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?

John Lennon