Sixteen. You looked like a photograph.. Pristine. I still recall when I saw you.. And I still see you standing there. Yea I still see you.. That was then. This is now..
Say hello. I'm the idiot who waits outside your window.. Seventeen. An age at which you're balancing the beam.. Introvert: A person just concerned. With his one's own thoughts. I'll tell you what I've learned..
Llegas tarde y mi vida va empezando. Aunque a veces tu decas esto esta bien. No te he buscado y tal vez no quiero terminar con nuestro ayer. Yo se que debo hacer..
Your life is so much sorrow. Let me take one moment of your pain. You have died a million times over. Who would comprehend the misery of life's game. So come, let's share of life's treasures.
He's the one who the people trust. But his evil heart is filled with lust. From the pulpit he is preaching. The law of God he is teaching. With a smile and sweating palms.
I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
A rhythm stirs within the earth. That tells all nature of a birth. A return to light, return to life. And lead us from this darkest night. God of the Sun, now have you come.
Am I the the fool. For holding in. All these words. And their value. Taken to heart. Lessons learned. I always felt. It was sacred. Understand our directions face separate ways.
You make me faint but you are worth it,. I'll walk you home if you ask it,. It's such a shame thats she never took the blame,. She's never coming round to me...
Just when I thought it was safe to go out. The boys have their knives out. That said, I've got to do this for you anyway. One balloon, one canon ball.
Two Beds in a room.. I'm Passed out on the floor.. Her Promises took revenge the night before.. Please not tonight, I'm ready to go.. Under my skin she's comfortable..
I, I am a fake.. And I, I am a fraud.. I do nothing but lie. To everyone I know.. I am this plane crashing to the ground.. I am the sweet absent sound..
I, I am a fake.. And I, I am a fraud.. I do nothing but lie. To everyone I know.. I am this plane crashing to the ground.. I am the sweet absent sound..
The first mosquito that bites hardly annoys.. Ten billion parasites sucking leave the most choking.. The conquest nearly absolute. nothing left for science to reproduce....
We are the new people. We are the old people. We are the same people. Wiser than before. . Water it feeds us. Fire to forge. Air for outstretched wings. The earth it heals.
Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. . Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils made me want to play.
Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall. You get a certain sensation of reality. When you take a look through your memory book. You may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity.
Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord Randall. The mixed voices speak of bread and of sheets that were. Scarlet and blue are at his head. His heart like a cat drowns in a well.
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows. Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep. I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window.