Faraway from home
I flew away, faraway from home
Trying to reach out for the stars
Reaching what I believe I deserved
This time this moment
These wishes this mind this body
This is what I am
I do believe I deserve to dream
Still somehow I found myself dying
Lonely and alone..crying
Hold me now I need to hold on
Just take me to where you are
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Hollow
there
those were the chairs we sat on
when we talked about your ideology
(a mouthful of craps)
and the oops after the small eyes conversation
those are just empty chairs, now
nothing but nothing.
those were the chairs we sat on
when we talked about your ideology
(a mouthful of craps)
and the oops after the small eyes conversation
those are just empty chairs, now
nothing but nothing.
Lessons of Life
Skeptic and faded
No more.
No more.
Rise and shine
I’m brighter than ever
Weak and pathetic
Long ago.
Long ago.
It was just a game
Pretty much a game
I learnt.
I got up.
I smile.
I’m smiling!
I’m not that stupid someone
No more.
N o m o r e.
No more.
No more.
Rise and shine
I’m brighter than ever
Weak and pathetic
Long ago.
Long ago.
It was just a game
Pretty much a game
I learnt.
I got up.
I smile.
I’m smiling!
I’m not that stupid someone
No more.
N o m o r e.
Your Ideology and A Mouthful of Craps
“it’s black
my ideology is black
also honesty and sweet words
perhaps a little guilty feelings, too”
but most of all
you’re just a mouthful of craps.
my ideology is black
also honesty and sweet words
perhaps a little guilty feelings, too”
but most of all
you’re just a mouthful of craps.
CHAOTIC VERSION OF YOU
Oh yes, indeed
I’ve never really listen to you
I’ve seen your kind before
You and your mate
The ones that speak your language
Please count me out
Enjoy your own sin
Make some more sin
You’ll get what you deserve
You and your mate
And then you’ll see
You and your mate will see
Liars get liars
And things will get so ugly
For you and your mate
It’ll be chaotic
Oh yes, it will be
I’ve never really listen to you
I’ve seen your kind before
You and your mate
The ones that speak your language
Please count me out
Enjoy your own sin
Make some more sin
You’ll get what you deserve
You and your mate
And then you’ll see
You and your mate will see
Liars get liars
And things will get so ugly
For you and your mate
It’ll be chaotic
Oh yes, it will be
L'ESPOIR INTERDIRE #4
And if I got scared of this feeling
Is it a mistake?
I need to feel what's there
Despite of any other wounded heart
I tought I saw something
Please. Please. Please.
Is it a mistake?
I need to feel what's there
Despite of any other wounded heart
I tought I saw something
Please. Please. Please.
Friday, August 25, 2006
The Drugs On Him
People say that he’s never been good
Not to me or anybody
But his white presence I can’t ignore
I could give my life just to touch him
Sipping his sense to my body
I always love his scent
No more pain I feel
I’m free when he’s inside
Ten years from now it might have over
But he will be there always
Remind me how good he was to me
But too much him in my vein will kill me..
Not to me or anybody
But his white presence I can’t ignore
I could give my life just to touch him
Sipping his sense to my body
I always love his scent
No more pain I feel
I’m free when he’s inside
Ten years from now it might have over
But he will be there always
Remind me how good he was to me
But too much him in my vein will kill me..
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