O mundo vai triturar os teus sonhos

Sabe aqueles espaços que as pessoas se sentem pressionadas pela sociedade a preencher?
Tais como uma personalidade, um amor, uma profissão, entre muitos outros...
Sabe, eu sinto que venho preenchendo esses espaços sempre com as escolhas erradas.
Sinto que estou cumprindo o que me impõem, mas é sempre tão errado.
Tá tudo tão errado aqui dentro.
A minha cabeça está parecendo algum desenho confuso de uma criança de 4 anos.
E o que fazer agora?

"none of our secrets are physical now"

How can I explain? 
I need you here and not here too
I'm flunking out
I'm gone, I'm just gone
But at least I author my own disaster

There are people knocking on your door
For god sakes, let someone in!

"Será que vamos ter que responder pelos erros a mais?"

We walk the plank with our eyes wide open

"Only a few ever worried, though the signs were clear, they had no idea... You just get used to living in fear, or give up when you can't even picture your future.
Some people offered up answers, we made out like we heard, but they were only words, they didn't add up to a change in the way we were living. And the saddest thing is all of it could have been avoided, but it was like to stop consuming is to stop being human. And why would I make a change if you won't?
We're all in the same boat, staying afloat for the moment.

This is the end of the story"