domingo, 25 de septiembre de 2011

Year by Year, history repeats itself

like day by day i lay on my bed

someone said "tomorrow will be a better day"

but i dont believe...

Cos' im not from this place,

im so not from this place

i hope i find,

someone of my kind

who wants to try to make this a better place

Someone who gets the monkey off my back even though there will be no way back

sometimes looking for help is like playing with a two sided knife, just like suicide

Page by Page, at the end of the fairy tale

there're words that give assistance to breath

but no one can see tales don't give you what you really need

it's sending you straight.. off to sleep

oh im loosing myself

oh you're loosing yourself

i hope someday

you'd like to turn

things up side down and be more receptive

and try to get over all this useless crap even though there will be no way back

sometimes looking for help is like playing with a two sided knife, just like suicide

lunes, 19 de septiembre de 2011

Drinking champagne, to forget yesterday,

Tears and pain, but I feel celestial.

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