Sweet Sunday

Your limits

"Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you."

-The Puppet Master

To all who have committed suicide

"On Death" by John Keats

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

His future doom which is but to awake. 

Walking in your shoes

When there's so little of the moon in the sky I feel like I could die But I haven’t tears to cry Baby, I’m dry So brief our joys last where do I start Please world, make it stop I’m giving up I’m falling apart Oh, I’m falling apart The time is going slow everything is passing by an everlasting goodbye The time is running low that’s how it goes When the sky is empty like tonight Seems like there’s no light I could give up the ghost to ruin what matters most I want to disappear and stop holding the wheel Please World, make it stop just forget about me just let me go Oh, just let me go Like I never be never was and never will I want to run away and never come back I can’t hold this weight my heart is turning gray I want to run away and never turn back I can’t hold this weight My heart is fucking drain

My heart is fucking drain!

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Humans

Vi inventate false memorie per ricordarvi la vita che avreste voluto avere.

on a loop

I must admit

I can't explain

Any of these thoughts racing

through my brain

It's true

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

There's something wrong

with this plot

The actors here

have not got

a clue

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Mockingbird,

Can't you see?

Little girl's

got a hold on me

like glue

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Throw the ball

to the stick

Swing and miss and a

catcher's mitt

Strike two

Baby, I'm howlin' for you