Donnerstag, 13. Januar 2011

they're picking up pieces of me, they're picking up pieces of you..

It's about not getting lost in too many thoughts about the future of love, the future of hurt, the future of our souls, the future of our lives. I wouldn't survive it to lose friends, to see how a heart breaks, a love dies, a friend walks away, that's what I always said. But sometimes friends turn to enemies, love isn't love anymore or wasn't even love and people die. Not really dying, but in your eyes dying.
If you fall, try to go on, even if you're creeping, even if it's hard to breathe. Try to be you, like you ever were. But think about to change sometimes. Think about changes, which can change your own life, which can make it better! Changes are not always as bad as we think, they can help us to fade the pain away.. I already talked about fixing broken hearts and souls, about helping a friend if it's a real friendship. The meaning is not, to save everyone, because we can't. We don't even can save ourselves, for real. Try to be a hero. A hero of your friends, a hero of your family, a hero of yourself. The hero of your life. Your war. And your dreams.


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