بالاخره امروز یه دبیری دیدم که همیشه دلم میخواست توی هنرستان داشته باشم. نمیگم دبیره عالی ایه ولی یه حرف خیلی قشنگی زد که توی ذهنم موند.
"هنر برای پیدا کردن خودته. هنر، خودشناسیه."
"هنر برای پیدا کردن خودته. هنر، خودشناسیه."
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Silas
Betty Who
Silas says he'll take me far away
You can tell he means it by the look on his face
Run until the hurt and every bird is far behind us
My Silas
Silas says my name like it's a prayer
The quiet reverence hanging in the air
And as for demons running round my mind
You'll never find us, my Silas
How could I deserve him when I could never earn him?
All that I can see is how kind he is to me
On the nights I cry til I can't breathe
Silas stays with me until I sleep
Hands that hold my heart so tenderly
Could never bind us, my Silas
I'm hopelessly romantic
And hopefully he can stand it
All that I can know
Is I never want to let him go
Silas will be back for me one day
