Living with a lack of light, things slip, things slip. Things I know very much to be real. In here I feel at rest, the insides of my eyelids tell me so.
I've lived my life without direction. Holding on to a gift given long ago. Because of this I'll pay for my mistakes. The rest of my life, the rest of my life.
But I adore her, but I adore her. This will never happen. . But I adore her this will never happen. Over my dead body of course I think about it. Burn my path if it does, burn my path if it does.
With all my said unsaids. I could never swallow. The idea of a happy ending. As another days memory dies. As I'm made to smile. these lifeless days. have left me with an empty heart.
Go to sleep, go to sleep. I'm hardly what I make myself out to be. I know what happens when I'm alone. . Go to sleep, go to sleep. The cowering and whimpering of a weak willed son.
the person staring through. the person staring through the reflective. you've turned and run off with all. to the other side with you. and i know, i know.
She's a ballerina.. She dances circles around me.. She tells me what I want to hear.. But I'm just never satisfied.. I live with a ballerina.. I live with a ballerina..
Covered from head to toe in lighting. It's constantly changing when I'm around. Days left before this is over and over and over. And done with. . The sheets keep whispering, "Will you make it through this day?".
Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems. Sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns. . A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein. Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul.
Gouge out my eyes, pestilence. Lack of love binds, propagate. The strife you desire. . Keep me from forced self depiction, aberrate. Self assured I am no more.
Tout semblait sourire Zorro. Quand il dcide de faire escroc. De basculer pour palper gros, repartir zro.. Lui qu'aimait pourtant pas les soucis, ft en cinq sec servi !.
Ici on est las de marcher sur vos traces. If I could change anything. L'american dream est en France plus qu'en place. Then I would change everything.
J'assemble chaque matin des pices de ma vbie. Je rassemble des sourires montrer aux gens. Pour paraitre bien aimable. Parce qu'au fond je boite, la tte dans une boite.
Faudrait s'mettre au taf pour tre au niveau. Mettre des baffes mme si on a pas l'top des mots. Former un pur staff pour leur faire la dmo. Gaffe ton combo ici c'est top stoko.
On m'a vu dans l'Atlantique, ramant. Essuyant de ma mre la panique. Oedipe et ses fils, naufrags d'un Titanic. Puis on m'a vu en Amrique, une ville debout.
Ah! Gars, l j'crois qu'c'est du mega. On as tous un jour ou pas rv du magot. Quitte faire son mea culpa. Ce que ne font pas ces gars qui jouent les dmagos.
L j'ai pas confiance. Trop de mfiance. Avec toi vieux con. Croit pas que j'me fiance. J'suis pas tellement du style. A suivre les influences. Je suis du genre hostile.
Dans la sphre la Team Nowhere fait preuve de bon sens. Quand j'entend dire qu'on encense, sans aucun sens. Les avatars, certains courant sans espoir. Qui court les yeux clos vers un futur egocentrique.
J'sens l'plan ce soir un vieux relent d'mon histoire. Le temps passe vite, on passe l'as, on tourne triste. Si tu t'agites pas, on t'split de la liste.