Letra de Pages

You were given a space for you to exploit yourself take it it won't be long for a tide to come Because I As many others have found wisdom in every wound But blood confuses everything Turns things to red Stains and never leaves And she says "If its mediocre Dont even make a line" "if you're mediocre dont even take the time" Not everyone can cause a thunderstorm You have And what are the odds? None But I keep on living reading through this pages of a distant paradise somewhere different somewhere unknown What are the odds? None She has no choice but to be mute her words will prevail remembered yet buried in our scars You can tell it By the look of my stitches that I haven't healed completely merely impossible To fight against it beyond and completely lost And she says "if its mediocre dont even take the time" "If you arent golden then you cannot be mine" Not everyone can cause a hurricane You have And what are the odds? None But I keep on living writing down this pages of a distant paradise somewhere different somewhere unknown What are the odds? None Softer than needles Paralytical Devastaded Uninformed Disconnected from life Disconnected from paradise And what are the odds? None But I keep on living writing down this pages of a distant paradise somewhere different somewhere unknown What are the odds? None