open the desktop behind me. sending crayon valentines. i reply. "will you marry me, loligirl?". my second grade heart. looks more like a broken you. and me,.
Baby of mine, don't you cry. Baby of mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head, close to my heart. Never to part, baby of mine. . Little one when you play. Don't you mind what they say?.
she said typewrite. sad and all i had. she said circles in squares ain't bad. she said find it. that was all i had. she'd give everything for anything.
Drunkless in punk love, we dream of. Punk rock show and lussy scenes. Dark lust and Dj sex and list of projects. We can never finish, oh no. What makes you, makes me think (do you think?).
Daddy's girl is shopping for a perfect day. And her words are full of empty things to say. . Her shit stained smile. Is out of style. It's been that way.
I see myself with nothing to do. Nothing to show for the last year or two. I don have much left that I can prove. . I try not to dwell on past mistakes.
I can't complain. I always try. I know no other way. I go against the grain. And eat some pie. I don feel well today. . I don't feel need to compromise.
The battle of men is with me in the end. It's always the same, I wouldn't be the first. The evident law is bottled up and thrown. The courage is mine, it's hidden in the source.
I roll out every mornin' I drink my coffee on the run. Working for the man just the way my daddy done. Well the money I'm makin' ain't buyin' much bacon but when payday comes along.
I dont wanna say. If it goes away. And I dont wanna try. You dont have to lie. . And I dont think I said. What I should have said. I never caught you out.
If I play the game. And I win the fame. Will I be the man. I dreamed of And if. I woo the crowd. And their screams are loud. Is it really me that they love.
There was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn't give convenient. answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a.
Can't explain the feeling. 'Cuz it comes from deep inside. But I know you can't deny the power. . There's no way, no, there's no way. This feeling can be denied.
Ein Leben für den Tod, geboren um zu sterben. Lämmer für die Schlachtbank, namenlose Herden. Zu bieder um Sünden zu begehen. Viel zu kraftlos, um unsren Weg zu gehen..
Der Morgen danach, der Blick in den Spiegel. Das böse Erwachen abends um halb sieben. Ich kriege nicht genug, tagein tagaus. Ich fresse mein Leben und kotz' es wieder aus.
Der letzte Tag. das Warten endet. ich denke nach. man fesselt mir die Hände. träumen kann nichts schaden. ja,ich sehe sie vor mir. ihre angsterfüllten Blicke.
Hier sind die Klagen der Sehnsucht. das Lachen der Weisheit. die Schreie des Zorns. die Krankheit der Zeit. hier ist das Stöhnen des Sterbens. die Qualen der Schmerzen.
Hast Du wirklich dran geglaubt. daß die Zeit nicht weitergeht. hast Du wirklich dran geglaubt. daß sich alles um Dich dreht. man hat sich reichlich gehauen.
was ich viel viel beeindruckender finde als tokio-gay-tel an sich ist das was hier so abluft.... hier posten massenweise mdels von denen einige wohl tatschlich glauben das ihre posts an tokiohotel gehen und es sich um ein fan-forum handelt..
Ich sehe ein kleines Mädchen betteln. ich drehe mich herum. ich sehe den Himmel weinen. ich frage mich,warum. ich sehe Flüsse voller Tränen. Seen voller Leid.