.and if you evermanage to get inside myhead, i'll wish you luck
.some thoughts get so loud thatyou cry out for them to leave;they scatter like birds startledout of their trees, before landingagain where they wereand after a while,you just have tolet them sing
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.you’ve gota lioninside,a heartfull ofpride,and you’renot lettinghim roar
.some people witherwith love;others bloom
.got eyes sohungry they'reswallowing youwhole,gonna spitout your heartlike a pip
.and like a stone atthe bottom of the riveror the sea,i think life might just beflowing right past me
.if thesewalls couldtalkthen i'm surethey'd bescreamingget out,burn usdown,we can'tbearto hold youanylonger(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.your heartalone shouldremind younot to beatyourself upyour pulseshould remindyoukeep steady
.you were life's newwork of art;small easel bonesand a blankcanvas of skinbut he ruined you over time,added the brushof a scaror two
.i shudderwhen you speak;your words arecold when theytouch me
.you pulledall the strings;now i connect morewith the puppet thani do the puppeteer
.lies can slipthrough your teethwith ease,the truthgets caught inyour throat(i wish it was a lie, that i'm your flesh and blood and i wish it was the truth, that i hadn't been drinking)
.i've got a few bonesin my closet but they aren'tmine, they don't quite fit
.i don't believethat if you can dream ityou can do it,cos i once dreamt thati killed atlas,i tore him limb from limb and theni stabbed the globe he held,watched itdeflate,and sometimes i get sadabout the children in the worldwho will choke on all the wordsthat they'll never learn to speak,and there's a baby somewhere garglingthe meaning of his life,and he's a little bit upset that youkeep wiping itaway(i have no words for you)
.he stood on the shore,and told the sea he loved her;the jealous wind tore hisvoice in two
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
.i’ll spendmy wholelife playingdead sothat itleaves mewell alone
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
lostto tell you the truth,i can't stop missing myself.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,To be alone is liberating.
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.
things that go bump in the nightabsence makes the heart a monster.
I Don't Have TitsI found his lost letter,I have no comments,I'll just read it to you:Whom would you ask if he prefers dogs or cats?Are you jealous with everybody that sits withanother girl when you go to the toilet?My every hug was so real,from the beginning,I don't know why,there is no explanation for such feeling.I 've never called a girl Angel.To whom you would respond when he said"You can touch me too..."with these words"You don't have tits"When I met youYou weren't professional,but you wanted to be,You had just left innocenceheading to the fight,but you weren't a soldier yet,you needed practise.When I met youI did two mistakesI treated you as you were innocent, but you weren'tI treated you as you were professional, but you weren't.Watching you now I realise even moreI'm part of you,what you were and what you became,I'm part of you,your best and your worst.Worst...I don't want to change you,if you don't want to change,your best part is inside you.Even if I had...ti
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
Training?Training Is For Dogs,Human Needs Teaching.
.spillyour emotion,or drownin it