Naive

 

Oh, ain't it beautiful to be so young and naive?

At the end of the day do I lose, do I win?

Having no clue what's next and got so much to learn

Make mistakes, no regrets, learn to love and let go.

Ain't it funny to live on the edge all the time

Of a breakdown or breakthrough, hide it all with a smile

All these questions and doubts, staying up late and thinking

Will I ever make it, will I ever stop sinking?

Do I want this to end and to skip to success?

Will I miss this adventure when I see what comes next?

I found love in the chaos and hell in a kiss

Got me questioning life, trying not to resist

To the things going on that I can't control

Spiraling thoughts 'bout things I shouldn't know

Little secrets and many responsibilities

Climbing up my own ladder next to my deepest fears.

Living life as I can, never feeling enough

Giving too much importance and calling my bluff

Making big things of small things, stories in my head

But at the end of day I still have no regret.

Taking risks as I'm still young and they'll blame my age

Writing dangerous secrets on my new blank page

Will my journal next day wear my words dressed in tears?

Will I share my new heartbreak or my new first kiss?

Ain't it funny to learn while you're breaking apart?

To paint a rose where there was a cut

To be young and naive, don't know what to believe

One day you love life, the next one you grieve.

They say no growth of the heart is ever a waste 

Sometimes you get to want more and only get a taste

Ain't it nice to just pause, so young and naive

To sink into the unknown and all that you perceive?

Paper

 

I've touched every detail of you in paper

Wrote down every letter of your favorite things

Heard your favorite lyrics each day since November

Used every sense to find out what he thinks.

I've crossed all these roads trying my best to find you

In a world I knew you could never be

Ran away from my feelings, did the things that you do

Hoping one day you could do them with me.

Wandering 'round the cities across the whole world

Discovering you through the people I meet

Heard the echoes in my head of your every word

As I was walking down the very same street.

I've touched every detail of you in paper

And it felt so wrong, knowing you were not mine

All these things you won't get to know, to remember

The forgotten "hello", replaced by "goodbye".

They say in a different world we chose something else

You'd stay and you'd call me how you do in my dreams

In a different world it would make much more sense

As in this one, you see, nothing is what it seems.

I used every sense to get closer this time,

Then avoided the world that I have created

Burned down all that I had and then threw a dime

Made a wish, then let go, but my wish never faded.

I keep thinking "what feeds this never ending feeling?"

As I see only emptiness ahead of me

I gave up trying long ago, never willing

To accept that I still want you next to me.

Now I keep you in paper each and every day

Among all other things you'll never get to see

I keep you in paper, it's the only way

That I could meet you and you could meet me.

Lucifer

 

Cât mi-aș dori să-ți pot azi scrie ce-n veci n-am scris cuiva vreodată 

Și să te simt în jurul meu, să fiu cea mai iubită fată.

Așa cum scris-am printre pagini într-o seară stinsă, târzie 

Să îți dedic din mine-o parte, vărsată azi în poezie.

Să privesc cerul fără grija că tu pictezi un alt apus

De undeva în altă lume, unde culorile-mi s-au dus.

Și dac-aș ști un pic mai mult, poate-aș putea să uit și eu

Și să descopăr c-am văzut un om de rând precum un zeu.

Și mi-ai vorbit doar c-ai știut că vei ajunge-a trăi veșnic 

Cu promisiunea c-am să mor în fiecare zi, din nou 

Aprinzându-mi sufletul într-un vechi, prăfuit sfeșnic

Ca să iubesc bolnav și astăzi, văzând ferestre-ntr-un tablou.

Și ai iubit o vrăjitoare pentr-un sărut al nemuririi

Ca mai apoi să ardă zilnic pe rugul ce l-ai construit 

Întruchipând un Lucifer. Ți-am fost Luceafăr al iubirii

Și din iubire m-am născut și din iubire am murit.

A lie

 

He was kind, but I knew I had to leave

He was nice, but he was not the one for me.

My thoughts were stolen as I looked at him

I had to learn in places I once loved, it seemed.

I had to go first, he had to go too

A story of a one-sided love from you

And karma knew his role, dressed as another passenger

Watching us while I let you know I couldn't go further

And it came after me, haunting me for a bit too long

Placing mirrors in my castle, wondering where I went wrong

Now we're passing all these lessons like we give each other flowers

Stepping into life alone after burning all its towers.

He was caring, but I cared for somebody else

In that night I texted him, in my beautiful green dress

You were next to me, thought that I was your favorite song

You knew the day was getting closer when you'd wonder where you went wrong.

I took a step back, just as I saw you get away

Didn't have to say it twice, I knew that you wished I'd stay

I had to move on, another heartbreak on the way

This time I had to be the one who took that train.

We both had to get some more wisdom

And we thought we could hack the system

All our tries only kept us distant

While we fooled ourselves that our love was consistent.

You said we had time, I made it very limited

If only you knew all the things that had been said.

I think he knew my heart belonged to someone else

I made a garden where I should have put a fence.

I had to pay for it before I'd write

I had to make the wrongs turn into rights.

I denied your intuition one last time

I put the target on my back while he was mine

Sometimes what you think is love can be a lie.

Was it a lie?

Adolescentă

 

Mă simt iar adolescentă, însă nu în sensul bun

Uneori mă-ntreb unde-aș fi dac-aș fi ales alt drum

Mă compar cu fete care nu-nseamnă aici nimic

Și-mi aduc aminte, iară, că nici eu nu-nsemn vreun pic.

Mă simt iar adolescentă, însă nu în vreun sens bun

Mă-ntreb adesea unde-aș fi dac-aș fi făcut destul

Dacă n-aș fi spus prea multe și cu buzele lipite

Dac-aș mai fi șovăit, măcar puțin, înainte. 

Mă simt iarăși copleșită și un lucru am uitat:

Știi prea bine a pretinde când nu știu deloc să tac.

Ca în teatru mi se pune o oglindă iar în drum.

Mă simt iar adolescentă, însă nu în sensul bun.