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Please.

Be at ease,

Breathe with peace.

Don't fear to fly.

If you cry

I'll look at you in the eye.

And I'll tell you the truth

I'll be honest, never bluff

And we'll get this trough.

Why (3)

But this is who I am.

This is me.

And I know it. I do not love it, but I do not hate it either. Not because I like it or not, but just because that's who I am. I cannot think of it being differently, because it wouldn't be me.

It's like... noses. You don't love, or hate, your own nose, but it's there, it has always been. It's a part of yourself. 

So why can't I be who I am? Why isn't that just enough for the Heartless, being it the only way for me?

Hey girl.

[13/9 5:53 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 5:53 p. m.] You look lovely

[13/9 5:53 p. m.] And I'm feeling kinda lonely

[13/9 5:54 p. m.] Hey girl, I know it's late

[13/9 5:54 p. m.] But do you still want to take

[13/9 5:54 p. m.] The sorrow

[13/9 5:55 p. m.] The hate?

[13/9 5:55 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 5:55 p. m.] I'm feeling kinda lonely

[13/9 5:55 p. m.] Do you still love me?

[13/9 5:55 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 5:55 p. m.] You still here?

[13/9 5:57 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 5:57 p. m.] You aren't much around

[13/9 5:57 p. m.] You're covering in dust

[13/9 6:10 p. m.] We're covering in snow

[13/9 6:10 p. m.] And who knows if we'll thaw

[13/9 6:10 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] Are you still with me? Do you still love being a we?

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] You still want to be here?

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] You not tired? You not sick?

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] You still listening?

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] You still think of this?

[13/9 6:11 p. m.] Hey girl

[13/9 6:12 p. m.] I'm sorry.

Alas (3)

Mi petición es sencilla, simplemente adornar

La espalda de esta vieja, con alas para volar

Alas resistentes, alas brillantes

Que me lleven tan alto, como mi voluntad quiera llevarme.

—Mi señora, alas de diamante yo a usted le daré

Y con ellas, muy lejos, verle volar podré

—Podrás, dulce muchacho? Pues otra ayuda pediré

Haz mis alas, mi persona, invisibles para quien

Esperanza no tenga, bondad no posea

Para quien no este roto, y para quien intentarlo no quiera

Hazme, en otras palabras, visible solo para aquel

Que igual que yo, igual que esta vieja, de doblado esté.

—Mi señora, me gustaría, sus ideas refutar

Mas se que escasos de tiempo nos podemos encontrar

Así pues, mi señora, su dibujo coloreare

Con el tono de esperanza que sólo el roto podrá ver

Que sólo el que realmente verle necesite

Para saber que subir no es para él imposible

By your side.

There's fire, fire in the sky...

Look, I'm telling ya. Even if the whole sky starts on fire, even if it crumbles and breaks and gets destroyed...

...there's water, water in your eyes...

Even if I cry, even if I die. Even if I'm not here. Even if you forget I was here once.

...there's steel, steel in your heart.

I will always, always, always be by your side.