The end is the beginning (is the end?)

A new dawn, I guess.
A new beginning, I guess.
It is a welcome change,
A future I embrace.

A wild start I welcome with tenderness.
I refuse to see this as negative.
It's just one of the many turns we have to face.

I always continue my journey.
Ever dreaming,
Ever wild,
Ever free,
Ever searching for who I want to be..

I see this as a chance to rediscover the world.
Rediscover untapped potential.
Rediscover the world through different eyes.
Make time to discover myself amidst all the lies.
Make sure that, in the end,
My voice is the only voice inside of me..
And, amidst all the struggle and pain,
Be all that I can be.

crise de identidade ou identidade de crise?

Já não sei quem sou.
Já nem sei quem quero ser.
Não sei nada.
No meio de todos os riscos nao arriscados
E todos os momentos mal passados
Não há nada mais que saber...

Temo que o passado se repita
Que não seja forte o suficiente para o enterrar,
Que em toda a minha vida não saia do mesmo sitio,
Quando tudo o que quero é mudar...

Tenho medo de não amar,
Nem tão pouco saber o que isso é.
Medo de nunca o alcançar,
Quando amar é tudo o que quero.

Já não sei que faça,
a quem dar ouvidos,
Ou se dar ouvidos a alguém.
Devia-me ouvir a mim,
Mas porquê, se não sou ninguém?

Sinto que sou uma sombra esquecida
E nunca ninguem olhou para mim.
A ajuda nunca foi pedida.
Nunca fiz nada para sair da escuridão,
Sair da penumbra desta vida.

É então o meu destino ser esquecido,
Pois nunca fiz por ser lembrado,
Apenas uma sombra
com vãos delirios de ser amado...

Regrets...

A Man who lives for routine, habit,
Always protected,
Always afraid to fall,
Is a man who, in the end,
Fails to live at all…

For the greater things in life are those that come upon us
Not the events we shape to fit us.
And a man who lives his life always afraid and hiding,
Always scared and grieving
Who lives his life merely subsiding,
Will never get more than that…
A life without the living…

Withering Away

Estupidezes pensadas que são estupidas apenas por serem estupidezes pensadas e nao serem estupidezes ditas...

I feel like we're drifting apart,
Like our love is dying,..
Don't know if it's true,
Or if this pain is lying...

But still it feels,
This pain inside...
'Cause all I want is the bliss of your touch...
And you're so far...
No wonder it hurts so much…

I feel I love you more than you love me
Though I know it can't be compared,
I need you so.
And I feel you don't need me.

I love you more than everything,
For you, I'll do anything.
When you don't have one lousy day to be with me...
It seems you don't feel a thing...

Just one day, one hour...
All i need. All it takes.
So forgive me if I'm sour,
Can’t help it if my heart breaks...

I know your personality
I love you for it too.
And I respect it.
But that kind of devotion,
I thought it was expected...

You say you love me,
But still I don't feel it
Always distant, unattainable,
And you don't do shit to fix it.

I feel like I’m dying.
This distance is killing me,
it seems you don't care
Looks like you're lying.
And so I continue dying...

Maybe it'd help to talk.
But I feel I can't tell you
I think you'd be sad
And that I'll never do...

Because I feel like a tool,
These words I write, never for you to see.
For for all their strength and might,
You’d simply take me for a fool...

Apetece-me falar

Apetece-me falar,
Nem que seja só por falar.
Mas mais uma vez,
Nao tenho ninguem para me ouvir,
Nem tao pouco algo para dizer...
Apetece-me falar
E não consigo dizer nada,
Mais uma vez, para variar...
Parece que estou assim sempre
Sempre assim dormente
E nunca vou sair,
Nunca sou sair desta demência
Nunca a dormencia vai parar.
E cada vez mais me sinto a cair
Para o inevitavel destino, o terrivel medo,
De não ter ninguem para me acarinhar...
Sinto que afasto as pessoas
Nao sei porquê,
E quanto mais tento falar,
Menos sons me saem...
Fico com medo de assim continuar...
Ficar sozinho por assim ser
Medo de nunca me lembrar
Ou nunca aprender..
Como se ninguem me tivesse ensinado a falar...

Hurray!

As tão esperadas férias...
Sempre simbolo de alegria, liberdade..
Porque será que todos pensam que trará felicidade?
Será de uma simples fuga da tirania das aulas?
Ou de ser uma maneira de matar a saudade?
De te ver e afogar esta dor?
Matar esta solidão que aprendi a conhecer de cor?
Ou será apenas a esperança de um amanhã melhor?...

Pretending...

Seems like an eternity...
But was just four hours ago,
I always pretend as I see you leaving,
it doesn't hurt when you go...

I pretend it's all right
When really it's all wrong.
I pretend I look forward and move on
But then I find myself asking,

"Now what?.."
"Now what will I do?.."
"Now what will i do without you?.."

I pretend my soul doesn't cry,
Isn't shattering as time goes by.
I pretend I'm strong when the strength in me is you.
Pretend you're not a part of me
And I don't love you more than anything
'Cause you are, and I really do...

I pretend you're not what I’m lacking,
You're not my reason for everything,
Pretend it goes by a moment
I don't find myself asking,

"Now what?..
"Now what will I do till I see you again?.."
"And how long will it be till then?...

I pretend I don't feel this pain…
Not having you with me, it hurts so much
And all this strength I feign
Somedays it crashes down on me.
'Cause it's too much.

And as I fall, I pretend I don't feel this strain,
all this distance I'm enduring,
Keep feeling this pain,
Having to go on and keep thinking,

"Now when?.."
"When will I see you again?.."