Even the hardest hearts weaken at the sound of the right words. |
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future. |
Some memories are etched into our souls with smoldering, rugged daggers. |
Anger blinds you for a moment; and in that one single moment of darkness and unreason, you will have done something that you will spend your whole life regretting. |
No one cares about the truth anymore. |
I'm trying to reach the surface, but my eyes burn; i can't see. |
I'm not afraid to face my past. |
I'm not a dreamer, nor a fighter. |