Have you ever heard about safe places...
I will like to have one of that wonderful spots, sounds like a pretty good zone to take part...
It's odd to me cause, I've never been in one of those, commonly I'm moving out back and forwards, even in and out of myself, running away from my own mind,
I've felt the voids and the emptiness and sadness of my mind, there are a few dark corners, I suppose a couple of them are printed by terrible things that occurred in the past, I suppose that a few are painted in blue because of the sorrow that I've been carrying...
I don't like to look close on those shity holes cause I feel tremendously sad and scared...
I'm sorry that I close myself very often, I'm just running a race against myself,
I hoped you could heard me when I was silence,
I needed something to hold and your hands were wide open,
I needed some eyes where I could see a bit of my soul, and your eyes were there...
Telling funny stories, with a tone of sadness and loneliness...
I'm sorry if you cannot understand this lost race that I came to live with,
I'm sorry that my steps are so clumsy that gets in your way,
I'm sorry that my voice was to low for you could heard it,
I'm sorry that I live stumbling and falling,
I would like to be brave and awesome like you...
I'm so very sorry,
I'm just a kid crying in a corner, praying to God, waiting for something, lonesome in the dark, scared and small, telling you I'm sorry.
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