And The Skepticals Of Town Never Fail To Rush In

Until I get bored, if there's a way out of this war

If my mind doesn't sense danger and my heart can go on a little more

If not you go on and can find me in the back of the store, when you run through the shore

If you lead somene to the floor and dance like you used to dance before

And she's not a love sick girl, like I was

Vic-

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You are going to build a beautiful life for yourself

And in my last minutes of coherence,

before fear takes them away,

I opened my mouth to ask him to stop

try to remember what we were

But he approached me like a villain approaches his victim,

and stood in front of me like a giant tree

And more than words, they were knives thrown in the name of injustice

So I started to think, how many people has he hurt in the name of truth?

You gave me swords, arrows and fire

So I could go out and fight

But when I used them against you

You regretted it

Pov: you live for academic validation, love people giving you compliments even if you don't always believe them, feel like you have to be better than the rest but not in a narcissistic way more like you HAVE TO or you'll feel bad with yourself, you identify with the characters who study a lot, the grades are more important to you than the process or learning, you are too self-demanding but at a certain point you feel that it is something you NEED in your life and it is already part of you and last but not least: mistakes? what are those?

“I parkеd my car right between the Methodist and thе school that used to be ours” is such a nostalgic line and never fails to remind me of my hometown. 

But now that old pain comes back creeping in

And rejoices in all our sins

Only left bones and skins

To remind us what It has been

anything that brings out your childlike wonder is worth giving your attention to

But you insist and the painful conversation begins

Why couldn't we have sealed it differently?

Where we both could have gone home with victories