Direktlänk till inlägg 29 december 2008
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
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