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Friday, June 22, 2007

An Old Favourite

which speaks quite a bit for me.


 I thought I saw a man brought to life
 He was warm, he came around
 like he was dignified
 He showed me what it was to cry
 Well you couldn't be that man I adored
 You don't seem to know,
 don't seem to care
 what your heart is for
 But I don't know him anymore
 There's nothing where he used to lie
 My conversation has run dry
 That's whats going on,
 nothing's fine I'm torn

 I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
 I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
 Illusion never changed into something real
 I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
 You're a little late, I'm already torn

 So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
 To crawl beneath my veins and now
 I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much
 There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn
Torn.
I've a lot of faith, this is how I feel
 I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor
 You're a little late, I'm already torn.



Again I have to say, maybe I just didn't know you well enough.
And yes you're right, I'm blind and stupid.
(look at who just shot himself in the foot)

Really, I'll never forget the day you walked out my door.
I should have realised everything ended at that exact moment you went through those gates.

No I didn't look at all.
I didn't have to, and even more say, didn't dare to.
I wanted to run after you,
scream for you to stay,
but I know you won't.
Situation was something you wouldn't want to face/handle. Anymore.

My world was spiraling,
and I was positive I'll never survive that night.


Then again I did survive, eventually.
After weeks of endless tears and falling sick, I did.

More than ever now, I will.
I don't need you anymore,
and I'll do much better without you.

Even if I die trying.

1:41 pm


Do you wannabe a superstar?