Se guardo in basso ho le vertigini, adesso ho paura

[-e se poi cado a terra afferrami]

[Finley]

[.: all the while i was dreaming of revelry :.]

.*

Tengo miedo de no poder cambiar nunca. No sé como decirselo. Solo como escribirlo y aún en otra lengua. No sé como empezar. No sé como salir. Ya no sé nada.

Come fai a non piangere?

-Where the hell is my diary when I need it? I hate moving around, I hate feeling like this, I hate not being able to just start and finish something, I hate being this way. I hate me. Just yet again.

[.: all the while i was dreaming of revelry :.]