I believed you looked at me from a distant and bright spot, while the memories invaded my memory, wavering until the last of the walls put in my heart, your are the future that breaks my past, you offer me a rope, sowing a doubt in me.
the shell is cracked slowly, giving way to a painful trickle of blood,a tear across of the large fire of anger, only to be muffled by a wet kiss that shows me the future, a future that progress with afraid, offer me a hand, sowing a doubt in me.
Maybe I just needed to breathe, maybe I need a hero to save me from myself, and when more lost I was, you found me, from a distant bright spot, seeding the future, a future where there will be no tears.
I was reborn in a heart without limitation, one that you gave me a in a beautiful smile, drying the last of my tears, erasing my past, my present forging, planning my future.
Being the future that breaks my past, you offered me a rope, a hand, gave me a kiss that turned off the flames of resentment, your sowing me a doubt, and I’m accepting, maybe this doubt become to me in a certain…