(diferentemente,) mais um dia (again)

the truth slaps my face again, so, here i am again, almost washing my keyboard again as my fingertips gain their own life and keep slacking the letters.
the life remains the same old whore, putting those stones for me to stumble. and every fall my hope gets smaller, but i never give up. because it is love that makes me take one more step after each time i kiss the floor.
love... what did this word means? if i'm correct, is a feeling of extreme care and a huge will to be together. but in this case, it isn't. for you, i think.

what when words don't justify, and acts are missing?

maybe it's not so right writing all this things here, but, i'm already showing them in front of you. i don't know what is going to happen, really, i don't know.

maybe this will reach an end... still, i'll be there for you.
maybe this will tear us apart again... still i'll be there for you.
even with all this clothwashing that we are in now, i'll ever be your friend.
whatever happens with all this... still, i'll be there for you.