Nu ma simt in stare sa scriu nimic. O vreme buna ochii mei n'au mai privit spre orizonturi fara contur, iar inima mea n'a mai fost nelinistita alergand cand spre nord cand spre sud, fiind incapabila sa aleaga...iar acum am vid pe dinauntru si nu este exclus ca insumi trupul sa fie iluzia unui contur fizic. Gasisem o oarecare liniste si'un echilibru interior, peste tumultul meu sufletesc se asternusera taceri mai intelepte, pe care acum incerci sa le dai la o parte, dar nu'ti voi mai da voie!
Odata cu responsabilitatea asupra propriei mele vieti, a venit si independenta si dragostea ce'o simt acum fata de demnitatea mea, pe care nu'ti voi mai permite niciodata sa o calci in picioare.
"How does it feel, to be the one
A heart of stone, a smile of steel
You’re talking nice, know how to charm
You see the goods, but not the price
I wonder
You turn your back on poverty
You got your high society
Call up your friends, you know them all
You’re still immune to rise and fall
Remember
You’re such a great pretender
Anytime, anywhere
I’ll be watching you, all the things that you do
Anytime, anywhere
I’ll be around, I’ll be waiting for the moment you fail
No shaking hands, get in the ring
Those empty words don’t mean a thing
The time will come, it won’t be late
We’re slipping through the hands of fate
But remember
You’re such a great pretender
Anytime, anywhere
I’ll be watching you, all the things that you do
Anytime, anywhere
I’ll be around, I’ll be waiting for the moment you fail
Anytime, anywhere
Oh, I’ll be watching you, all the things that you do
Anytime, anywhere
I’ll be around, I’ll be waiting for the moment you fail
I’ll be waiting for the moment you fail
Yeah yeah yeah
Anytime, anywhere..."
Elegantly Wasted.

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