Interpret my anger.
Solve my love.
Question my wonders.
And love my hatred.
For without these
my being, wouldn't;
And lose all reasons
for why I was bred.
Welcome to my skin
no need to tread lightly
just mind las cicatrices
and learn the words therein read.
Who I am must be
because I am not you
yet you want all your ideas
to within me spread.
Like a cancer
a longing a wishing a merciful death
of singularity of mind because
nothing else you can accept.
You should ask yourself why
why then
and why now
you anger for me was just a thread
You pulled it
you won.
you gave in
and walked away from our bed.
I protected
you hated.
I honored, you waited.
and decided when death was to finally be dead.
Bade me farewell
I nodded in silence
I smiled all I could
yet much more you expect.
WTF!
It's safe to say these people are making this a fucking tradition every December. Why? What the fuck are you doing that you need to seek ME out to help my own daughter when you want me so fucking far away from her?
Care to make up your minds? Or even better... Allow me to be a father to her so you don't find yourselves in this fucking position!?
Now pray fucking tell... what the fuck is going on!?!?
Ugh. Put a bullet in my head. Does this crap not bore you? lol
♫ How'd you like to try pumping
lead through your veins
Or have a heart so wet and cold it starts rusting
When the world ticks around you,
voices talking all the time
You live for feelings you've never felt
because you cannot feel ♫
♫ No era raro verla en el jardín
Corriendo tras de mí
Y yo dejándome alcanzar
Sin duda, era feliz ♫
♫ Je vis pour elle depuis toujours
Qu'elle me déchire ou qu'elle soit tendre
Elle nous dessine après l'amour
Un arc-en-ciel dans notre chambre
Elle est musique et, certains jours,
Quand notre coeur se fait trop lourd,
Elle est la seule à pouvoir nous porter secours ♫
♫ God gave rock and roll to you,
gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
Do you know what you want? You don't know for sure
You don't feel right, you can't find a cure
And you're gettin' less than what you're lookin' for
You don't have money or a fancy car
And you're tired of wishin' on a falling star
You gotta put your faith in a loud guitar ♫
♫ Att vår värld behöver ha
Mera kärlek varje dag
Det vet både jag och du
Låt oss börja här och nu
Så håll om mig
Släpp inte taget om mig
Är som förhäxad av dig
Och jag vill ha dig
Kom och håll om mig nu ♫
♫ If I break the glass then I'll have to fly
There's no one to catch me if I take a dive
I'm scared of changing
The days stay the same
The world is spinning but only in gray ♫
♫ "Moi je m'appelle mademoiselle Noir
Et comme vous pouvez le voir
Je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis
Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit ♫
I want to write.
I want to create.
I want to rhyme
and not sound quite so trite.
To open my soul
to open the gates
of all that is mine
Expose all that makes me whole.
to whom should I?
who shall i deem?
Who would really appreciate
and tread then softly on my dreams?
I'll open the wound
I'll tell you tales.
I'll recount my blessings
and prove hate has yet to consume.
I'll worry not too
for me hardly ends.
The suspicious wonders of
what "gods" plans and means to my rend.
so i'll share it
to you i'll bare
On my cuff I'll wear
A heart that won't forfeit.
Play my fiddle
play my tar.
Play my music
Just stop playing with my heart.
Heartbreaking.
Being told by one family member that I need to help in kicking out another, and I have to help find them somewhere else to stay before New Years. So... produce for them, first last and security... in less than a month.
Practicality aside...This doesn't hurt that person as much as it hurts me.
But I'm sure I did something that I will play the victim here somehow. That's how that works, right?
:: shakes head::
Merry Christmas. hmm hmm.
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