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..the hangover doesnt pass

Sometimes you just stand in your balcony and like to think of nothing. Not looking for an explanation, a reason, or an advice. Staring at the sky and breathing in the fresh cold air. Trying to cleanse the pain, the sufferings, the sins and some of the old memories inside. Closing our eyes and letting the basic element do its magic. As we breath-out the air, we open our eyes, glancing around with an optimistic view. Hoping that a particular someone would appear out of nowhere to hug you. Hoping that some memories would be amended. Hoping that now onwards sunshine wont be as hot and the raindrops wont be as cold as you feel. Gazing again at the sky with millions of questions in the eyes but not having the strength to whisper even a single one of them, so as not to jinx whatever is left and keeping you going. We turn around and go back to our regular life, wondering if sky will ever look as beautiful as it was once.

Green Day - 21 Guns

Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?

Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

O love me truly!

You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth--
O love me truly!

You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember--
O love me truly!

You say you love; but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More coral in the sea--
They never pout for kisses--
O love me truly!

You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth;
It is like a statue's, dead,--
While mine for passion burneth--
O love me truly!

O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn me,
Squeeze as lovers should--O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me--
O love me truly!