sábado, 17 de noviembre de 2012

Pretending.



Pretending.

Can we pretend it didn’t happen…
To let it happen once?
Can we pretend to be pretending?
Can we feel shame for what we are?

All of the nightmares resurrected,
all of the corpses left alive,
and when in love, we were in danger,
my heart was filled in poison gas.

A mask that fell inside the darkness,
a face in shadows turning black,
and if we live to keep our silence…
Can we pretend it’s not a lie?

All of the tears in anger burning,
all of your hopes raging inside,
and if we fall again into the nothing…
Can we pretend pretending it’s all right?

-Pretending-

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