1.Curled up I lie with the dreams.
Inside my head
I’m lost in reverie
Which always comes back
All happened like I thought
You’re here with your talks,
Your ironic look in my eye.
You see my plans a priori
I want a reciprocal illness.
I won’t let this weakness
Of our sick minds
Be on our sides
With my headphones on
I live in another world.
I reckon you may too
Move there soon.
2.I hate smoking
But I do this
When my heart’s broken
By your cynicism
And endless egoism
I’m not too smart
So I fall in love
With such guys
Which blow my mind
You’re so indifferent
Oh why do I feel different
I will end my days
In a bad place
Unless you do
Something that I want from you
3.I feel your frequent breath
But we’re only friends
I’ve got used to lose
But I often muse
Why and when
Will it end
I feel so miserable
Being so unreasonable
I hate being hopeful
Now I’m mournful
Though as usual
Damn confusions
I will despise
I won’t compromise
I’m awfully angry
You’re fucking dandy
I want revenge
Oh just exchange
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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