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Ostatnio nawet podczas snu nie mam chwili wytchnienia. Kilka spraw, od których najprawdopodobniej próbóję się odizolować (może nawet uciec) i tak nie dają mi spokoju. Du*pa!... Nie chcę sie tak bawić. Dlaczego jak byliśmy młodsi wciskano nam kit że kiedyś przyjedzie książe z bajki i zabierze nas do swojego królestwa a potem będziemy zyli długo i szczęśliwie? A my durni wierzyliśmy że swiat jest piękny, radosny, bezproblemowy, że nie ma łez... Że świat jest idealny.

Paramore- Brick By Boring Brick

She lives in a fairytale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
With her feet on the ground
And her head in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba da ba
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck 12
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
or the wolves gonna blow it down
With her feet on the ground
And her head in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't see it with your eyes
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
Cause if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba da ba...

Non riesco asmettere di pensare a te ;***