Do you still think that you know?

Now I'm sitting alone

And I'm looking for help

Left here on my own

I'm gonna hurt myself

Many years have gone by

But I'm still wondering why

I ever let the world

Let it bleed me dry

Sorry

"She stares a lot and looks unhappy. When we're talking, it's as if she's always somewhere else in her mind. And I really think she is somewhere else."

"What would you like?"

"That everything was over. I hurt a lot of people with it. I wish it would stop, but I can't do it."

"Do you blame yourself for that?"

"Yes. I think you can say it's my fault. That's why I try to act cheerful, so people won't worry about me."

"It wouldn't be good either, itf they didn't worry, would it? Right?"

Or was that a cry for help?

   Corre do que te salva. Avança sobre o que te destrói pra abreviar o sofrimento causado por si mesmo. Você pinta desespero nos olhos de quem cuida, sofre com os medos alheios. Se busca e só encontra breu. Sente falta da luz e daquela coisa que chamavam de paz, mas que era muito melhor. Atropela a moral, atropela o temor de algo maior, atropela os olhos alheios, pisoteia tudo que respira. A gente precisa voltar pro lugar de onde nunca deveria ter saído. Quando os dias nasciam, eles brilhavam de verdade. Agora é só uma mistura sem significado. Tudo cresce e morre à nossa volta e a gente se esmurra pra sentir algo, porque pro que é bom fomos anestesiados. Queremos destruição como forma de criação, queremos sangue, queremos lágrimas e areia movediça. Terra firme não faz parte do conceito de felicidade. A gente quer o cheiro e a cor, porque o invisível não interessa. O rancor, o ódio, a mentira. A gente quer o ruim pra intensificar os sentidos. Usar e jogar fora. Acende um cigarro pra disfarçar o cheiro da alma podre. 

   Preciso de ajuda.  

Don't look at me like that

   Someone so extraordinary fighting their own nature to be ordinary. What a cruel world! I don't see those different colors in your eyes anymore. You're just as empty as I am. Just a pile of broken bones. Lifeless. No urge to make a change. We're gonna lose ourselves in misery, sweetheart. I used to tell myself I'd never let you drown, but how can I stop you from dragging me down? There would be no me if there was no you. You used to be so beautiful. Such a rare masterpiece. Now you're just a waste of effort, and a waste of the time that'll never come back.