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.