Prepair Disapear Absorb Transform
hollow light painless sight Im so tired
I wanna leave
...and I went to bed without a thought of what you never said... Your life is a ship in a bottle ...and... I'm trying to shake it... Trying to move the waves in your heart, turning it back to what you once said...
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Wake Me Love…
Yes, I got a pain…
It’s heart pollution,
and it’s eating me from the inside…
It’s a sickness,a illness and insanity,
a refugee from the reality of clarity
I can’t, and nor won't I see...
All the dirty facts,
in every move he make
I easily turn them into magic acts
that's devouring me like a hungry wave
And so I continue to believe
In a dream of a dying breath
A sleep of which I cant awake
And when I look at me…
I hate my self .....For being….
I hate my self......For believing….
Every word he says
It’s memorized
inside my childish heart
For a child’s love is pure
And blinded down
by its own beliefs of truth
Yes, I got a pain
Like a disappointed child
Like a heart thrown inside out
My love is a open wound,
Like a nebula covering the ground
Like a misty blurred morning
Without a sight into my soul
Ohhh, when I look at me,
.....how I hate my self…
for believing............. in my dreams
ohhh, how I hate my self,
for being..............
such a child in love
:Angel ene
Yes, I got a pain…
It’s heart pollution,
and it’s eating me from the inside…
It’s a sickness,a illness and insanity,
a refugee from the reality of clarity
I can’t, and nor won't I see...
All the dirty facts,
in every move he make
I easily turn them into magic acts
that's devouring me like a hungry wave
And so I continue to believe
In a dream of a dying breath
A sleep of which I cant awake
And when I look at me…
I hate my self .....For being….
I hate my self......For believing….
Every word he says
It’s memorized
inside my childish heart
For a child’s love is pure
And blinded down
by its own beliefs of truth
Yes, I got a pain
Like a disappointed child
Like a heart thrown inside out
My love is a open wound,
Like a nebula covering the ground
Like a misty blurred morning
Without a sight into my soul
Ohhh, when I look at me,
.....how I hate my self…
for believing............. in my dreams
ohhh, how I hate my self,
for being..............
such a child in love
:Angel ene
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Clown
How does it feel
to do what you do?
Wandering around
in a costume that stinks
High above the clouds
trying to get by
You don’t make me smile
Even when you pass me by
You can’t make me smile
It’s plain and simple
what you have to do
to get by
How does it feel
to do what you do?
Wandering around
In a complete misery
You don’t make me smile
Even when you pass me by
You can’t make me smile
It’s plain and simple
what you have to do
to get by
:AMPOP
How does it feel
to do what you do?
Wandering around
in a costume that stinks
High above the clouds
trying to get by
You don’t make me smile
Even when you pass me by
You can’t make me smile
It’s plain and simple
what you have to do
to get by
How does it feel
to do what you do?
Wandering around
In a complete misery
You don’t make me smile
Even when you pass me by
You can’t make me smile
It’s plain and simple
what you have to do
to get by
:AMPOP
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