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unrequited disasterIf knowledge is experience
that time has saved for us
If emotions come from knowledge
why is it such a fuss?
If love is an emotion
then please tell me this:
Why did I fall in love
from a small innocent kiss?
My feelings can change
but my love will always be
Too bad that this will only
ever be heard from me.
Pessimistic OptimismTitta så vackert det regnar inatt
Detta underbara ljud glädjer mig så
Mot fönstret jag ler och märker att
Himmlen är sotig och ohyggligt grå
När morgonen vaknar och jag likaså
Känner jag genast att jag har allt
Vad kan man behöva när himlen är blå
Förutom en sjal när det är så kallt?
På bussen jag tar varje sega dag
Ser jag de två som borde skaffa sig ett rum
Lever fullt ut och skiter i vår lag
Men vem fan bryr sig när man är så dum?
De sommriga dagarna gör min skeva
Syn på världen allt värre än nu
Det är då jag känner "jag vill inte leva"
Men det är väl inte så mycket värre än du
Dirty ProfitIts time for a go-getter breakthrough
Do you like what you see in front of you?
In this chase we're having
Who is the bait?
I know you wanna talk but it's getting late
The tracks were never there
Its on you I'm depending
I see us floating, soaring and transcending
Bad Habit - Another VersionHitting keeps your anger gone
Drinking makes you feel so calm
Fucking makes your life worth what's-it-called
When I think about it
Pain goes crawling up my back bit by bit
Because your life has never seemed appealing so far
Those days have come
And they have left me
Lying here, I think I can see
Why my only hope was praying
That you wold come back and save me
I'm desperate after a year
I still am these days, that's clear
That's why I never miss a chance to fuck you up just a bit more
Cause I've already said way too much
But you know it's never enough
We are both misunderstood people
My actions are impulsive, mabye
But your'e missing out the point here
I regret that moment, yet
My fascination never fails me
Your stupid talk about "love" and "needing"
As if I don't know those words meaning
You sometimes make me want to start laughing
Those words you said, they've fucked my life up
Quite a bit, but you understand
What it's like to have someone this needed
Penetration"For now that I shall curse you with my meaningless emotions,
They shall haunt you when you least know when to react,
Like a stab in the neck, like the water in the oceans,
It will follow your every move, and that's a matter of fact."
MemorialI've seen many humans,
I've traveled 'round the earth,
I've been given one single gift,
Since the moment of my birth
I've talked to hundred pepole,
They've listend to my tales,
I'm enchanted by their art,
To the widest of the scales
I've experienced a lot of emotions,
And one specific holds my breath,
Though I will not tell him again,
I love him until my death
I've been convinced to never forget,
But always to forgive,
And the day that I shall die,
Will be my first day to live
I know so many pepole,
I call them all "My friend",
But one I never got to know,
Was the one life that just had an end
If I am not knowing enough,
Or knowing too much,
Then no one can explain
Who's heart this girl touched
Well, life goes on,
So does night and day,
Yet I cannot leave my feelings,
There is so much more to say
I'm sorry I didn't know you better,
I didn't even have time to try,
But I hope you're okay now,
And now I want to say Goodbye.
AlejandroI am a missing piece in your picture frame
One witch you can't see, but will question
I am a parasite without a name
My disease, your injection
My heart belongs to you
Well, the parts of wich are left
Yours, whos splits in two
She grabs one half, but it feels like a theft
You grabbed my soul a long time ago
But right now you take my whole body
I'll let you do so
Well, this desire we have is hard to disembody
I know that we are young, and I know that you may love me
But I wish that I was not the third wheel
Mabye in the future it will be only "we"
And I can be sure about how you feel
UntitledMy egoism and I aren't working together
It tells me to shout, and it tells me to scream
I tell my brain to "Shut yourself up,
for this you shall pay, 'cause it's not a dream."
For who am I to tell who they should be with?
Who am I to take the demand?
Who is then going to take the blame
For something so filthy done by my hand?
Not Anymore"I don't know...
I just don't know.
It's not like before.
It was just false happines I made for myself
But not anymore.
Before that I was in an eternal rollercoaster
But not anymore.
I fell asleep in a flowerfield full of roses and redberries
But not anymore.
These days, I wake up in a bed of needles, telling nobody to stay away
But not anymore.
I was open for the world, yet I wanted only him.
But not anymore.
The world still don't see that when I exposed my privacy, love, fear and hate
That I was not happy.
I was unwilling to close myself, because I wanted something
I created a monster for my own lust, so that I could just get
Away from everybody.
But not anymore.
I still, these days
Am way too much open about myself
But you just can't see it.
Why Love Is A Four Letter WordLet me tell you why "love" is
A four letter word
Its so people will overuse it
So they'll say "love"
Every other time they speak
(A secret plot to replace "that")
So it doesn't sound weird
Like an unpronounceable rumble
Of letters for every time
You feel the need to repeat
And repeat, those four letters.
("I love love love snickers"
Heard that sentence way too many times)
So we'll be confused by it
So easily replacing two letters
Changing "Like" to "Love"
With a flick of the tongue
So we'll adore the simplicity
Of the word that so easily spoken
Can define the thousands of emotions
We feel for each other
So it can be similar
To the words that are so
Easily birthed from it
Like "hope" and "need"
So we won't forget it
Like we sometimes forget
The smaller things about each other
Or even the larger things,
But those four letters
Will stay in our memories
And on our tongues.
"Love" is a four letter word
Because while nothing can define
They way that I feel for you
They way your ey
A Ghost Ship Named 'TITANIC'
The new ship sails by me, callous with behavior cruel,
Churning up the blackening waves, racing through night's cool.
Paying not a bit of heed to me waiting by,
Who watches their every move with a disapproving eye.
They know who I am, they do know my name,
But they sail by me in haughty manner all the very same.
They think I am an old girl, and therefore are not wise,
True, I may be old, but I do not speak of lies.
Those ships would learn a lot from me if they merely heard,
What I could tell them in a few and simple words.
I will tell you new ships what I know in my very heart,
Listen closely to me, and my words shall never part:
My decks were long and pleasurable, filled with a gentle breeze,
I was once the most beautiful on all seven seas.
People laughed aboard my decks, stood upon my bow,
But, that moment was so long ago, no one is on me now.
No one gazes out my windows,
No one sweeps down my elegant stairs,
No lady st
Strengthen Your Walls Because No One Else WillWords work as tools. They build us, they break us.
I already see the world for what it is, painful and sick, decaying before our very eyes. Our very bodies are worlds, cities, our brain the center of it all. Our words are weapons, the biggest of them all. They sicken our cities, the break down the walls, turn it against itself.
They cause us to cut, to bleed to scream! We don't need more words, we don't need more pain. Stop the mass production of weapons, stop the unspoken propaganda.
I open computer, Deviant Art is already on the screen. I see the words, painful and sad, I see self-destruction paint the front page. From the girl who lost her mother, to the boy who hates the world...I see it all, and it weakens my walls.
Come back to joy, come back to happiness? How can I when all I see is tales, tales more tragic then my own. I wanted an escape from reality, an escape from the sadness that cages me. But even here, on the internet, my prison still holds me, the words hurt me, and my wa
Law, war, poorWhat we see and hear is processed, we don't get it raw
we get the altered, tampered hand-me-downs of the manipulating law.
We wear it like it fits, pretend that it's our style––
coz they're the ones stamping "approved" on all our fucking files.
We switch the channels, thinking we have a choice
we vote for irrelevant reality, thinking we have a voice.
We're a grain of sand, in the world's largest beach,
tossed on the shore, with everything out of reach.
They want us to be scared of being strong leaders,
so they can declare war in a tux, while we're the tagged-up bleeders.
The rich guys riding on top, the poor taking it down below,
thats the way it's gotta be, that's how the money and power games go.
Too bad it isn't in reverse, I would love to see that shit,
The minorities ruling, the politicians taking hit after hit.
If they were the poor soldiers walking right into death,
would they be so quick to talk, or would they hold their fucking breath?
If it was their sons and daug
Don't Judge Me...I wake up,
I never sleep.
I fill my lungs,
I never breathe.
I move my lips,
I never speak.
Broken pipes that never leak.
I open eyes,
I cannot see.
I spire thoughts,
I cannot teach.
I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen.
Tortured souls that cannot glisten.
I just wanted to tell you something, so please listen to me and no one else.
I love you.
I look up to you.
I think you're nice.
I think you're great.
I think you're smart.
I think you're sweet.
I think you're pretty.
I think you're talented.
I think you're unique.
I think you're awesome.
I think you're inspiring.
I think you're awe-inspiring.
I think you're different.
There is only one JUST like YOU, and that is worth something.
I think you're beautiful.
I think you're hot.
I think you're funny.
I think you're elegant.
I think you're normal.
I think you're special.
I think you're interesting.
I think you underestimate yourself too much.
You shouldn't, 'cause I say so.
I think you're strong.
I think you're weird but in a funny way.
That is what I like about you, you're different.
I think you're true.
I do not think you're false.
I do not think you're a bad person because of pounds.
Your weight doesn't determine your worth.
That is who you are.
You're MORE than good enough.
YouI've been with the wrong guys
and they ll left me.
So I tried to find the right guys
but they're just not right for me.
I stopped and gave up,
thinking that no one can ever love me.
But you showed up
and proved me wrong.
You changed me.
You loved me.
You stood by me
and you complete me.
I'm glad to have known you.
I can be myself with you.
You make me feel like a child,
happy, free, and wild.
Sleep is Meaningless" Stay awake with me
Speak until it's safe for me to sleep
Even though I feel the most alone when talking to you."
Love CrisisFor so long I have been in denial
never seeing the truth in my blind eyes
but I wish I could have a retrial
when all I think about is you and that's when I cry.
I remember our silly talks
how happy I felt when I made you laugh
but I didn't know our time was ticking like a clock
and I was walking on broken glass.
You had been hurt before so the trust had been broken
and my love felt like a token that I should have never spoken.
When all I want is to be in your arms again
I wish I could start over and let this love begin.
When it rains I think of the pain
and all the rumors that made me look vain
made you mad and run away when I only wanted you to stay
as I feel my life start to fray.
For so long I was in denial of love
never wanting to admit that it was true
but when you left and I wanted to redo
you left and the pain was to much to even shove.
PleaStarting off... Oh here you go AGAIN, again with your stupid declare.
No I DON'T wanna hear, I DON'T wanna see, and no I really don't care
About how much you love her, how much you touch her and talk to her instead of me
about why life is so wonderfull and "you are all I see"
So all that I can do is watch your stupid grin
as you fuck the truth outside, and leave the rest within
I know that time will pass until you realize
that all you say is heard, and most of all your lies
Will not be appreciated, but rememberd (yes, by me)
and not by that other one whom is the only one you see
When you walk home fom a hard day, and she's the one you find
ready for Left to embrace her, and for Right to molest my mind
Perhaps I should be thankfull for your thoughts about me
when you jerk off in your room, all alone, although I see
Your uncontious mind, your wicked brain that twitches to the slightest kind
of thoughts, images and jibberish, wich is verry rare to find
I must therefore be privileged to kn
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