Raquel

Eu nunca tive muito jeito para estas coisas, portanto cá vai:

És um espectáculo de rapariga. A sério que és. Aturas as minhas palermices acerca de couves e Queijo Limiano, entendes a minha pancada por aquele gajo Gerard Way e tal... Agora a sério, és das melhores amigas que alguma vez tive. Neste singelo mês demonstraste-te capaz de fazer mais por mim do que as pessoas que julguei serem as minhas melhores amigas durante 3 anos. Sei que posso confiar em ti e isso é o mais importante. Só tenho pena que não nos tenhamos conhecido há mais tempo. Espero que continuemos a escrever-nos durante muito, muito tempo, pois ler as tuas cartas e responder-lhes é para mim uma terapia para aqueles dias em que estou em baixo (que, ultimamente, têm sido muitos). E eu não tenho jeito pa lamexices, portanto vou-me calar. Acho que percebeste a ideia. E vemo-nos dia 8 (ena, falta uma semana!)

Adoro-te

Exceptional

Dedicated to: Raquel. És perfeita, amiga! Deixa-te de coisas!

"You're beautiful but you don't know
Can't see whats there inside your soul
Always feelin like you're not good enough
You wish you could be someone else
Sometimes you just can't see yourself
But I can see just who you are
You're exceptional the way you are
Don't need to change for nobody
You're incredible, anyone can see that
When will you believe that?
You are nothing but exceptional
You never think you measure up
Never smart or cool, or pretty enough
Always feeling different from all the rest
You feel so out of place
you think you don't fit in
I think you're perfect in the skin you're in
You're just perfect just how you are, just how you are
If you could see the one I see when I see you
You'd know how lucky you are to be you
I see through into you
And you are...
nothing but exceptional..."



by: Jojo

Dedicated to: Alex

I see the sky up high
and I feel like crying
'cause in my deepest dreams,
I can almost touch the moon...
Just promise me you'll be home soon.
There's still room inside for you,
for us,
for two....
Don't be in such a rush
'cause that would be way too much...
Just close your eyes
and picture the sky
so blue,
so high...
And don't censor your tears.
Just cry...
'Cause if we cry together
this thing we have won't die...

The Sharpest Sharp

The sharpest sharps are way too sharped...
Can't cry it all away.
Can't find the way,
the way to your heart.
There must be another way...
You always seem to know exactly where you need to be
and what you have to do
in order to break my heart into a thousand little sharps.
And now I know,
from the bottom of what's left of my broken soul,
that the sharpest sharp
that sharps my heart
and haunts my dreams is you...