Save Rock and Roll.

I need more dreams 
And less life 
And I need that dark 
In a little more light 
I cried tears you'll never see 
So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean 
And leave me be 

You are what you love 
Not who loves you 
In a world full of the word yes 
I'm here to scream 

No, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 
Rock and roll, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 

Blood brothers in desperation 
An oath of silence 
For the voice of our generation 
How'd it get to be only me? 
Like I'm the last damn kid still kicking 
That still believes 

I will defend the faith 
Going down swinging 
I will save the songs 
That we can't stop singing 

No, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 
Rock and roll, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 

Oh no, we won't go 
We don't know when to quit, oh oh 

You are what you love 
Not who loves you 
In a world full of the word 'yes' 
I'm here to scream 

No, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 
Rock and roll, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 

Oh no, we won't go 
We don't know when to quit, oh oh 

Should I sink or swim? 
Or simply disappear? 

"La solución del misterio siempre es inferior al misterio" - Jorge Luis Borges

"Slowly, floor, chest stuttering, and stumbled back to the bed, dropping down onto it. He didn't even bother to properly pull the blankets or undress. He laid his body on Dean’s pillow and faced the wall that Dean had spent most of his days staring at, eyes roaming for answers.

There were no answers there. It was only a wall; blank and unforgiving.

He closed his eyes, the anger making him cry.

He didn't want to cry anymore, because crying wasn't going to bring Dean back. But the bed felt so empty without him, and the apartment was so quiet without his screams, without the constant reminder that Dean was right there. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, because it was pathetic, thinking that he would much rather have Dean beside him, thrashing in his sleep, than to be in bed alone.

But it was true, because at least Dean would be with him."

"“Wake up,” he whispered. “Wake up. This is a nightmare."

And i'm not happy. And i'm not sad. 

I'm so happy because today 
I've found my friends...
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, cause so are you...

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

“Everything with you is a new experience,”

“Married people don’t leave each other,” He whispered, his own eyes drifting shut and then opening again. He didn’t want to fall asleep just yet.

“That’s true,” The other said, his voice heavy. “They aren’t supposed to.”

“I won’t go.”

Everybody tells me I’m wrong, to want you so badly…