Skinny Love

Bad days are good.

Weird days, bad days, confusing days...
Whatever you want, they're good.
Nothing as a bad day to preare us for another even worse!
That's reality.
I see myself in a maze with my eyes closed.
I bring in my shoulders a heavy baggage of ceaseless quest for hapiness...
I seek shelter in the songs, trying to find a reason to continue or a distant place to restart
.4 a.m. and i don't know what hapenned.
Time goes slowly, and my thoughts flies.(...)
And now, it were, just a rest one of my bad days.