Ensamhet

Hur förklarar man ensamhet, när man har familj och vänner? Vad är det som fattas?
Vad för relation fattas för att man ska känna sig hel? Måste man behöva en annan människa för det?

Varför vill man vara ensam runt sina vänner, men när man är ensam vill man inget annat än att ha dem nära?

Finns det svar på dessa frågor?

När blir man accepterad?

Andras skor

Varför ska man gå i andras skor?
skulle nån vilja ha mina, så trasiga, med hål i hälen, hål i själen.
skulle nån se nåt annat med mina ögon som jag själv inte kan se?
behöver man vara nån annan för att se sig själv?

Måste man passa in där man inte är välkommen?
vem mår bra utav att se en falsk sida av dig, en sida du själv inte vill visa.

varför tvinga in sig i samhällets form, vi vet redan att ingen mår bra, bara acceptabelt.

Hiding in plain sight

Will you let me lean on you
or be with me when i need you to
can i trust you with my secrets
or trust me with yours

if i say ill be there, will you believe me
if i ask you, will you stay with me
even a silent companion is welcome in my arms

will you accept me, even with the problems
its all or nothing, i need no judge or jury
tired of being alone, feel like a sock missing my other half

i dont want you to leave, but i wont hold you back if you do
my days would be empty without you
you give me a reason to get out of bed.

youre better than any medicin, too bad i cant have you
i can only watch from the shadows, wishing i was what you want
ill take what i can get, waiting, hiding in plain sight.

Short film idea

- They say we are all different, but they want us to be the same. Pressure. Get a job, an apartment, a wife and kids. Pay your taxes, follow the crowd. Pay no attention to the strays.

- oh, you mean them?
They couldnt cope, lets give them drugs! love to see them squirm for their next fix.

- Help them?
Why? They had their chance, like the rest of us. They couldnt handle life, not our problem, stay in line! you wouldnt want to be like them.

Artists, bohemians, hippies? call us what you will. We live the real life, against the stream. Make our own descisions, walk our own paths, laying down tracks as we go along.

-Sure.
its not the best, but its what we want, someone has to do it. Would you do it?

whatever you say

lies, deceit, slander and gossip
you didnt trust my words
stumble thru life, groping the darkness
where is my sence of self

thought it was easier alone
now i dont even know
home is where your heart is
where is my home

sleep is a waste of time
left to my self, brainless zombie
what do i do, im lost
left behind in old memories

im always in the way
a waste of space
whatever you say
it doesnt help me anyway

how does it end
slow or fast, with or without
alone behind the scenes
controlled like a puppet
white noise, black and white
hide in the shadows

366

thirty ahead, sit down and wait
bored and tired, its the time that i hate
time i could better spend
doing something else
but im stuck here to the end

welcome, your number is 366
please wait untill your number is called
writing a song doesnt take long at all
i just want to get home

money makes the world go round
without it we are stuck in place
left forgotten in time and space
in this race we call life

its more painful when it gets close
only a few numbers left
tension is high, but we dont want to lose
the monthly cash, the reason for the queue

as i enter the room, walls painted white
a single desk, a smileand a choice of 2 chairs
pointless words, proof of being poor
leave with the weight lifted off my shoulders

The big dark blue

Wandering on a lonely road
scared of the unknown
feeling like i might explode
and i dont want to be alone

the city of lights scare me
emptyness fills my heart
all around me i see
people who wish to depart

leave this place now forever
i cannot stay this way
i dont care what i endeavor
all i want to do is say

i dont care who i used to be
all the visions that i see
there is noone to wonder
no feeling to plunder
all i want to do
to be free from you
to be alone is to be free