Transit (cause love and pleasure are higher than deception anyway)

You feel like everyone close to you wants to take something away,
to use and then go away, as they suddenly appeared in your life.
And still in hope for dreams that never come true,
you take your pieces from the ground and try to rebuild
yourself, but this dead skin isn't you anymore.
Scars left are what you got now.
Get used to the idea of being a patchwork quilt.
Love your wounds cause that's all you have and all
you need to remember and to learn.
So many cries and so many nights wasted just asking "why?",
but now you're better, perhaps healed and able to realize.
Llife is what you do of it and disgrace is just a circumstance.
You're able to think about it and maybe smile
about something that hurt one day.
You learned so much about life and how it can be
deliciously dangerous and now the senses ask
for more and you know there are so many things to live.
Ready to talk about your feelings, desperate
to feel alive again, cause you've discovered that
love and pleasure are higher than deception anyway.
And if things are never the way you wanted them to be,
at least it can give you something to remember
with a smile in your face.