No longer

I am tired of pretending what I ain’t.

When this life may be handing an invitation

to be landing in the realest of a dream,

one you could have never imagined to be seen.

True more than anything you could have been.

Babe, don’t you know that you have been born

and now it’s your turn to make yourself shown.

Make yourself be loved and recognized.

Give me one or more advice.

I won’t listen anyway.

Yeah, you know that’s just my way.

Can’t no longer stand this lies.

The way we criticised ourselfs into doubts

never had made any sense to me.

So heaven had send hell through me.

Made a Girl, who owns herself, of me.

The way she sees through makes me mean it.

Because without words

we whisper our same shouts.

I heard your howl, how your soul was above all.

How you cried at midnights.

Thinking more than twice of quitting it forever, right?

Your braveness loved my loneliness.

The Wolf she howls, how no other does.

Oh, she licked off the blood left on my cheek.

My force cracked open like a river, like a creek.

Showed me how there is nothing to lose,

if you keep those reins loose.

For a life that is made for living,

where we can leave our cigarettes and bottles

for some other poor ones in the hotels.

Put the poison to the waste.

Shake the dirt off my waist.

Make it look like a lucky mistake.

Like nobody has seen the reason why,

but everybody knows, I

am no longer gonna bow me down.

I am heading out of town.