I have met so many people, we've exchanged so many words We've said it all and we've said nothing but it's changed us I have known a lot of men, some were lovers, some were friends But all together were they merely passing strangers? They'll control you with their silence, they'll control you with their words And you'll control them with your body's coded signals In the wild, entangled gardens of our insecurities We lose our heads into eachother's hidden pitfalls
Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow And sometimes if you wanna hold on you got to let go
And finally. This question. The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in a dance? Who drives us mad, flashes us with whips, crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it that tells all these things? Who honors those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we'll never die? Who teaches us what's real, and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live, and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us, and who holds the key to set us free? It's you. You have all the weapons you need.
Вещи, которые тебя радуют, должны быть рядом. Я знаю, что ты столкнешься с болью, страданиями, выбором, но нельзя позволять им вытеснять из жизни радость. Что бы ни случилось, находи вещи, которые тебя любят, беги за ними. Есть старая поговорка: "то, что тебя не убивает, делает тебя сильнее". Я в это не верю. Я думаю, то, что пытается тебя убить, делает тебя злым и печальным, а сила приходит от хорошего: от семьи, друзей, удовольствия от выполненной работы. Вот те вещи, которые сделают тебя крепче. Они поднимут тебя на ноги, если ты сломлен.