The writer
A girl lost in translation. Cinema lover, currently crushed on Godard. Worst temper than Mr. Darcy's. Too concerned with politics and philosophy for a medical student. Left wing. Name a western and I'll tell you the story. ♥

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This is not the end

This is not the beginning

Just a voice like a riot

Rocking every revision

But you listen to the tone

And the violent rhythm

Though the words sound steady

Something emptys within em

We say yeah

With fists flying up in the air

Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there

Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear

Until we dead it forget it

Let it all disappear

Flying at the speed of light

Thoughts were spinning in my head

So many things were left unsaid

I know what it takes to move on

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Sitting in an empty room

Trying to forget the past

What was left when that fire was gone

All caught up in the eye of the storm

And trying to figure out what it’s like moving on

And I don’t even know what kind of things I said

My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead

Picking up those pieces now where to begin

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven’t got

This is not the end

This is not the beginning

Just a voice like a riot

Rocking every revision

But you listen to the tone

And the violent rhythm

Though the words sound steady

Something emptys within em

We say yeah

With fists flying up in the air

Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there

Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear

Until we dead it forget it

Let it all disappear