where are you hiding
i chase you in my dreams
why dont you turn around
please hear my voice
my heart stops when i wake up
days melt together, always a dull ache
im looking for you
are you looking for me too
tall, ruggedly handsome, protective
love me for who i am
is it too much to ask for
dont want to be alone anymore
can barely get through a day
want to be beside you
looking high and low
for the man from my dreams
ill be juliet if you are my romeo
i offer half of me, you make me whole
save me from this life
save me from me
söndag 13 november 2011
Fucking Parents
I am not who you see
the real me disappoints you
you never do anything for me
Some people shouldnt be parents
the love should be unconditional
i tell you how i feel, you tell me to leave
Fuck you and everything you stand for
you are supposed to accept me
not kick me to the curb
you arent the only one in pain
the world doesnt revolve around you
we should stand together, not apart
what will happen when i leave
im scared, even if i would feel better
i will leave most of my pain with you
living alone isnt a bliss i can afford
friends come and go, boyfriends too
you are forever, unconditional love
call me in ten years
you might accept me then
untill then, leave a message after the beep
the real me disappoints you
you never do anything for me
Some people shouldnt be parents
the love should be unconditional
i tell you how i feel, you tell me to leave
Fuck you and everything you stand for
you are supposed to accept me
not kick me to the curb
you arent the only one in pain
the world doesnt revolve around you
we should stand together, not apart
what will happen when i leave
im scared, even if i would feel better
i will leave most of my pain with you
living alone isnt a bliss i can afford
friends come and go, boyfriends too
you are forever, unconditional love
call me in ten years
you might accept me then
untill then, leave a message after the beep
Glorified Suicide
This place isnt mine
i just want to hide
nobody knows my pain
or how i feel inside
who would miss me when im gone
how many flowers would there be on my grave
why am i doomed to be alone
am i being punished for being alive
this might be a glorified suicide
but it feels right to die
what am i leaving behind
darkness swallowing me whole
going through the motions
not feeling a thing
there is no sunshine in my life
someone else pulling the strings
the days blend together
no colours, just a dull grey
why should i be alive
when i dont feel like it matters
i just want to hide
nobody knows my pain
or how i feel inside
who would miss me when im gone
how many flowers would there be on my grave
why am i doomed to be alone
am i being punished for being alive
this might be a glorified suicide
but it feels right to die
what am i leaving behind
darkness swallowing me whole
going through the motions
not feeling a thing
there is no sunshine in my life
someone else pulling the strings
the days blend together
no colours, just a dull grey
why should i be alive
when i dont feel like it matters
Take my Breath away
See you standing in the corner
looks like the world let you down
wishing i could make it better
but i dont excist in your world
Hold my hand, let me hold you
look into my eyes, no pain there
forget the haunting past
let me create a better future
You take my breath away
give me reason to smile
wont you let me stay
ill make it better for us
You are my world
give you half my mind, heart and soul
you complete me
without you i dont live
forever is too short for me
time stands still
waiting for the answer
still holding the rings
looks like the world let you down
wishing i could make it better
but i dont excist in your world
Hold my hand, let me hold you
look into my eyes, no pain there
forget the haunting past
let me create a better future
You take my breath away
give me reason to smile
wont you let me stay
ill make it better for us
You are my world
give you half my mind, heart and soul
you complete me
without you i dont live
forever is too short for me
time stands still
waiting for the answer
still holding the rings
fredag 11 november 2011
The next best thing
What am i waiting for
i dont even know
it disappeared before
it could even show
Its hard to focus on one thing
wandering in a daze
wondering what it will bring
cant see through the haze
Grasping at straws
barely touching
i dont want to pause
keep following the string
I have it in my hands
what do i do with it
i have too many plans
im about to split
Waiting to see what my luck may bring
i dont know what im looking for
this might be the next best thing
but i cant help wanting more
i dont even know
it disappeared before
it could even show
Its hard to focus on one thing
wandering in a daze
wondering what it will bring
cant see through the haze
Grasping at straws
barely touching
i dont want to pause
keep following the string
I have it in my hands
what do i do with it
i have too many plans
im about to split
Waiting to see what my luck may bring
i dont know what im looking for
this might be the next best thing
but i cant help wanting more
torsdag 10 november 2011
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?
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?
tisdag 1 november 2011
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.
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.
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