http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-QQvpI5aZs

Best of you - Foo Fighters

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I need somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I've got another confession, my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Falta muito?

Eu estou aqui, ouvindo Oasis e Red Hot. Imersa nesse conflito sufocante. Tentando edescobrir se a causa de cada lágrima é , na realidade, a minha falta de compreensão de mim mesma.

Eu queria entender, o porquê de as coisas sempre terem um maldito ponto final. Eu queria entender, como um arco-íris vira de súbito um dia nublado. Eu queria, não enxergar as coisas da maneira enxergo, ou então simplesmente fechar os olhos e só abrir quando tudo já estivesse definido. Que essa intragável fase de transição já tivesse passado.

Eu preciso de atenção, eu preciso de chocolate, eu preciso de carinho. Eu acho que eu estou numa TPM infinita. Não tenho paciência pra ouvir, não tenho coerência pra debater, não forças pra fingir um sorriso.

Eu não sei, não sei nada. A única coisa que eu conheço atualmente é a aflição.

Eu preciso de alguma coisa muito intensa, muito forte, podia ser um beijo interminável, ou um chute bem na boca do estômago. Eu só não posso mais conviver com essa rotina de dúvidas, de medo, de falsidade, de tristeza.