velhas memorias...

poema da minha autoria...em inglês... não me perguntem porquê... ja lá vao uns anitos...peço desculpa por alguma falha gramatical....enjoy

There's nothing more to life than this;
Poor and painful existence that drives you insane!
Think about it, over and over again,
While life passes by.
There's no where to run to
There's nothing to run from
Just a used, hurted heart,
Wich very soon will break apart.

I feel bad, knowing I'll die,
Because of no one else but me.
Painfull existence that seems like hell,
A hell on earth just made for me.

Who am I to blame?
Can´t blame no one else but me,
I created this own personal hell,
Got inside and thrown away the key.
What to do to make it better?
Forget you will never do...

Locked up, in a jail with no walls
Begging to God don't forget me,
But oh my, how I despair,
Not even God knows me.

Alone and aparted from everyone I am,
No one knows me, no one wants me,
And by myself I can't set free.
Just an anwser I can find,
And what an awful anwser it is.
If everything else fades away,
That's the anwser, so it is.