Give Me Therapy, I'm A Walking Travesty, But I'm Smiling At Everything.

Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty, but I'm smiling at everything.

"Um tiro no escuro deixa cicatriz no coração.'' — Esteban Tavares

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate cause we're goin' down And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now..

''I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know? It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did. It was the feeling that came along with it. And.. crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks.. so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me.''

“Morning, his place, burnt toast, sunday, you keep his shirt, he keeps his word.”