kanske sibirien, vad tror ni?

sömnen, aptiten, viljan

allt

*poff*

Varför är man som mest kreativ

när själen blöder

Är det dödsryck

eller sånt som läcker

ut ur sår djupa som brunnar

som bakterier som kroppen stöter undan?

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You had my heart

and you hurt me

speaking in silence

singing in pain

love isn't the answer

love isn't the essence

it's a drug that will

drive you insane

you can call me bitter

and yes, i'm difficult to

But you will never read my mind

so stop telling me what to do

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Did you know about that old broken road

Did you hear the song from that sinful crowd

Who walked in to find her dead

Who's to blame for the things he said

When love strikes it will hit you hard

When love dies it will break your heart

There's never a second chance

Who's to blame, the crazy or the sane

Memorylane is a road whit no signs

It will lead you out, it will break you down

So sing to me, with that broken voice of yours

Sing one last song, try to mend my heart

I beg you please

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She said; my best wishes

He said; yeah I wish that to

She never ment it

but what else was she to do

She never thought 'bout life

as a fair game

Always the loser, going insane

What is she doing wrong

why wont anything work

why is she always alone?

A lonely wolf

strolling down the creek

a lost moon, a eagle who seeks

Wild desire, crazy dreams

ment for so much more

ment for bigger means

But were is she to go,

what is she to do

were do they collect

wishes that never come trough

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som sagt..kreativ som..jaa

varför stannar tankarna inne?

Tre stenar, en för varje känsla

idag är nog en dålig dag