Return?...

Something is pushing me to you...

Again... and again i'm trying to say no...

That fucking place full of despair... of hate... of loneliness...

I realice i have friends... some but i have... or at least i'm

beliaving that... i don't want to come to that place again..

I've been there for so long... almost 1 year... almost...

the fuckin cold... even on spring..

It isn't just the wheater... or the structure of the building...

It wasn't the books... the histories... the monotony..

It was us... And us is going to live forever... and that pain...

I see it everytime i see my eyes on a fucking mirror...

Or when i just see the blue sky...

I don't think i can go to heaven now...

But I still can't believe in hell...

Life is hard and i'm just another fucking insane guy with dreams... ilusion...

But i don't want to talk with you anymore... i don't..

want to feel like i use to feel...

I don't want that fucking mask again...

All time in my life i've never lose something.... someone...

So i have never live that pain...

But i have never trust in someone... or maybe yes... but now no more...

Those times... where cold belong... where every fucking piece of loneliness of emptiness is...

I can't return.... But some part of me... That part you are... is trying to come again... to blow thing out....

So that fucking part is beliving thinks... is making things... just for it...

Fuck... why a part of me can't live like everyone...

Why i still wanting thinks... i think i have leanrt it...

I think i have understand life...

I think i have understand life...

I think i have forgoten the bullets...

And at least i think i have forgoten the mirrors...