I need another story.

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kind of boring
Need something that I can't confess

Till all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by, it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no, I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll like those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jumped in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we were chasing all those stars
Whose driver shining big black cars

And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Sitting straight, too low
And I don't really like my flow, oh, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll like those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Got no reason
Got no shame
Got no family
I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'mma tell you everything

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that'll like those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

All my secrets away

Nem sempre sabemos qual a direcção que devemos tomar.
Uma variedade de caminhos ao nosso dispor, mas só um se adequa a cada um de nós.
...

Lembrei-me agora de um fim-de-semana do ano passado,que fui ao Gerês.
A minha reacção perante estas placas...não me decidi, mas tirei uma fotografia, como se um dia o pudesse decidir.
É esta fronteira entre o certo e o errado que na maioria das vezes nos aflige e nos faz decidir no momento.Muitas vezes sem pensar. E depois, há que remediar e construir pontes para continuar a estrada da nossa vida.

Sinto que estou sempre a construir pontes, porque caio sempre para o lado errado da fronteira.