domingo, 13 de setembro de 2015

It's like a pain in the chest

We're breaking promises we thought we could keep
We trigger avalanches unknowingly
We travel in and out, we take off, we land
We live in airports like we don't have a plan
This is a journey and we call it home,
And when it stops we're feeling miserable, well
We're breaking promises we thought we could keep
We trigger hurricanes unwillingly
It's our fault
When it all
Breaks into everyone's lives
But are we really to blame?
It's like a pain in the chest
Despair, Hangover and Ecstasy
So many people around
We disappoint and let down
And though we're trying our best
(...)


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