I'm hanging by a thread. Hoping things find out their way.
The lies I keep up to survive.
This kind of living is grounded on pillars of sand.
One big wave and all the building falls down.
Some expectations can't be ignored. I dream of the end of all troubles.
Will theses ghosts disappear? What if they doesn't?
I really wanna be alive when everything is all right. 'Till then, I survive.
I know what I have to do but something just pushes me apart.
Ever turning out my way. So hard to fight against it.
Such an awful addiction holds me. And I blindly answer its calling.
by Tom Samuel
Guarulhos, SP, Brazil
The lies I keep up to survive.
This kind of living is grounded on pillars of sand.
One big wave and all the building falls down.
Some expectations can't be ignored. I dream of the end of all troubles.
Will theses ghosts disappear? What if they doesn't?
I really wanna be alive when everything is all right. 'Till then, I survive.
I know what I have to do but something just pushes me apart.
Ever turning out my way. So hard to fight against it.
Such an awful addiction holds me. And I blindly answer its calling.
by Tom Samuel
Guarulhos, SP, Brazil
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