Though it’s all been said and this empty dictionary’s all that’s left, I try to change the world in a single word. My hands are shaking, ready or not. Invisible ink, Well, it’s all I’ve got. So I concentrate and pick from these barren trees. ‘Cause time’s running out, it’s always running out on me. Every road I discover disappears under my feet. Some call it reckless, Some call it breathing. Have I said too much or not enough? Is it overkill or is it giving up? Just to measure out a distance of an echo’s reach. If it’s all broken mirrors and a chance roll of the dice, then I’ll risk everything for a glimpse of accidental light. ‘Cause time’s running out, it’s always running out on me. Every road I discover disappears under my feet. Some call it reckless, I call it breathing.
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty.
During her concerts, Adele showers fans
with confetti that’s been personalized
with handwritten song lyrics. On her 5th
anniversary with her son’s father, he
secretly added in pink confetti with
handwritten notes like ‘I love you’ and
'you are an angel’ to surprise
her on stage. Source