Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Lonely Soul
You’re a
lonely soul
Nothing to do
I’m alone as well
Could I, maybe, join you?
Nothing to do
I’m alone as well
Could I, maybe, join you?
When
midnight passes
Time slows down
Opens up a pool of thoughts
In which we drown
We’re hungry wolves
Hunting for trains
To crush our bones
And break our chains
Time slows down
Opens up a pool of thoughts
In which we drown
We’re hungry wolves
Hunting for trains
To crush our bones
And break our chains
We’re
lonely souls
So dark and blue
It is a hell
Yet heaven too
So dark and blue
It is a hell
Yet heaven too
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Bagage
Ibland
vill jag ångra mig
Över ord jag sagt och misstag jag gjort
Men det hjälper ej att ångra sig
När man redan lagt alla sina kort
Nu vet du i alla fall vem jag är
Du har läst de brev jag har skrivit
Du har sett det tunga bagage jag bär
Och vilken styrka det mig givit
Över ord jag sagt och misstag jag gjort
Men det hjälper ej att ångra sig
När man redan lagt alla sina kort
Nu vet du i alla fall vem jag är
Du har läst de brev jag har skrivit
Du har sett det tunga bagage jag bär
Och vilken styrka det mig givit
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Wondering
I’m wide awake this evening
There’s no hesitating
There’s the door, right in front of me
No time for sleeping
I’ve had enough, dreaming
Closing these tired eyes isn’t so easy
Tell me why oh why you’re weeping
Why aren’t you fading
Away to the place you know I will never see?
Will it not be better just leaving?
Why are you still believing
In people to become something they will never be?
There’s no hesitating
There’s the door, right in front of me
No time for sleeping
I’ve had enough, dreaming
Closing these tired eyes isn’t so easy
Tell me why oh why you’re weeping
Why aren’t you fading
Away to the place you know I will never see?
Will it not be better just leaving?
Why are you still believing
In people to become something they will never be?
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Not Enough
I read
worthless words
By a woman obsessed with perfection
She uses love to describe paradise
And I pretend
By a woman obsessed with perfection
She uses love to describe paradise
And I pretend
She knows
what I want to hear
How I’d like to romanticize
A trick to awake inspiration
But in this ocean of emotions
I find myself restless
How I’d like to romanticize
A trick to awake inspiration
But in this ocean of emotions
I find myself restless
Friday, June 8, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
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