And in the land of star crossed lovers
And barren hearted wanderers
Forever lost in forsaken missives and satans pull
We seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable
Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust
In faith, in compassion, and in love

It's always "I should have done this, I should have done that".

I told myself no fears.
But there are somethings I get stuck, and don't have enough courage.

Gotta get that courage again.

Why do I get this paranoic feeling again?

Se me hace mas facil hablar por un teclado que con mi boca.
Me falta mucho por vivir.