I got lost in time

I got lost in time.
In my sleep dreams fade away.

When I wake up I hide,
I can't stand reality one more day.


My body lies on my bed
My confort is soft, my thoughs are led
To an endless dispair
To a desperation which was once so rare.


I convinced my self to live.
It's no good to fall asleep.
When sleeping what is there to achieve?,
Walk along, little girl, you have life to receive.


Vamos lá Cisne, cabeça erguida... Os dias não podem ser todos bons.

Cisne.

Comentários

*May Lopes disse…
Vida de bailarina é assim mesmo...alguns dias bons,vários outros tuins,mas será sempre pra nosso crescimento!
Beeijos!

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