#pedro perretti

[d0ntyouknow]

Diseases.

Sticking up to my own thoughts

Coming and going

Weren't I suppost to be growing?

Blowing me from right to left

If this is the so called regret

I rather be upset than forget

My bed yells; stay with me, no need to be in your knees... Break free from your disease!

Nobody is used with the word believe

Some think this is a relief

But everyone has their own disease, their own world to believe.

[d0ntyouknow]

Cursed bookshelfs.

Being alone never seemed to be a problem

I've fell forgotten from those who I thought shared the same thoughts, same ideals

Some things we can't simply steal

Some things we have to sit down and deal with the truth laying deep in our own root

Sleepless nights have turned me into a beave knight

Fighting for survival I was

Had a rifle pointed directly at my soul

I waved goodbye to myself like there would be another tomorrow

But life is just as sweet as my first sorrow

Repeting itself over and over again

I've learned not to fight against myself

Since I always tend to put my feelings on a rusty bookshelfs

I am a dreamer who believes in elfs

To break me free from those cursed bookshelfs.

[d0ntyouknow]

Breaking.

Break the space, 

between you and your faith. 

Let them all see what you became 

Don't let your fears meet your beliefs 

Find your own peace. 

[d0ntyouknow]

Blind

Find your own price, Love until you go blind Ask yourself, Is heaven real ? I remember, That time in December When my chamber saw the truth Laying underneath my eyes It made me go blind.

[d0ntyouknow]

Lighting.

I think I’ve lost my faith, Maybe lost in the space Constaly trying keep up with my own past I might feel replaced if you ask My heart feels like it just got smashed I shall suggest a lighting, striking whatever is in his way He will disobey, If the lighting wishes to stay. He will find a way, to simply stay.