day old blues

For once I would like to sing out loud without fear, without caring if anyone was watching.
I would like to speak my mind and be heard, even if I made no sense at all.
I would like to let myself go and do what I want.


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You were never really the nicest guy I've ever met. You always managed to hurt me, or anyone else that came near you.
But near you I was myself, I would let me voice be free, we would sing together and you'd play the guitar for me. Those were really good times after all.


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There is this time of day, you see, when I just travel in my mind, and I make up a life for me starting with my 18th birthday. And there is me, another country, my dream-job. And all these thoughts always come in during my Law classes. To such an extent that people ask me what the teacher's just said, and I have no clue. Sometime it comes to me while I listen to my mp3 player. That's one of the rasons why I carry it everywhere, like a purse.


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You know, I don't really miss you, but the times when you played your guitar for me and we sang together. Other than that, I am really just fine. I like the place I'm in right now, I bet you would too, if you ever bother to take the time to try and feel good. Oh, I play the guitar for myself now, and my music sounds a lot happier.







(Umas coisas que eu escrevi, em separado, em alturas diferentes, e fiz um apanhado.
É só mesmo por não ter o que postar. xD)