Normal day, hell I call life
I'm holding my breath, ready to dive
Into what, to me, seems disconsolate
Into what, to me, is created of hate.
Don't know what I've done
Through my whole life I've shun
All those of you who think they know
Not seeing my soul- I'd never show.
I'd like to know: Who is the one?
Who, ever since, made me run?
I'd like to know where I went wrong
What made me deserve ache all along?
I'm broken-hearted, feel like I burn
Searching for someone I started to yearn
For when I realised: This will never end
Until I will somehow completely be mend.
Deepest night on brightest day
Dark as always, nothing's okay
You hear the voices, the voices you hate
They don't know what they're doing, what they create.
It's living inside you, growing in there
You'd like to tell them, to show them where
But the voices won't listen, they only scream
They'll keep on hurting, don't know what words mean.
A slap in the face, everything's fine
I welcome you to this world of mine!
Where blows are nothing more than drawn arms
Where words are the weapons, they do the harms.
They cut my heart in pieces so small
The voices don't stop them, they won't try at all
In the end there's a field of blood in m
Only a dozen roses were sent to her;
In return she sent a dozen smiles.
I sent a hundred pieces of chocolates;
In return she sent a hundred kisses.
I sent a thousand words of love; she sent a thousand in return.
However I could not find three words I wanted to hear.
For those three words would not mean a million lives for me.
If I couldn't share my one life with hers.
- Wishful Lover
Deepest night on brightest day
Dark as always, nothing's okay
You hear the voices, the voices you hate
They don't know what they're doing, what they create.
It's living inside you, growing in there
You'd like to tell them, to show them where
But the voices won't listen, they only scream
They'll keep on hurting, don't know what words mean.
A slap in the face, everything's fine
I welcome you to this world of mine!
Where blows are nothing more than drawn arms
Where words are the weapons, they do the harms.
They cut my heart in pieces so small
The voices don't stop them, they won't try at all
In the end there's a field of blood in m
Favourite genre of music: No fave, just no Techno, Trance and stuff... Personal Quote: The worst thing about loving you is watching you love someone ELSE.
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dalí
Favourite Movies
The one that never changes: The Pianist, the one that changes: (currently) The Boondock Saints
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Changes too often and depends too much on situation, mood aso., but I guess Beatles are always best
Favourite Writers
Too many to list them here
Other Interests
Way too much, but I think most of the time it's sleeping, thinking, living in general...
Hey...see, I'm visiting ^^- no really, I'm so busy. It's all not that easy to explain. Believe me I wish I could visit more often, but nowadays I'm happy if I got five minutes left. Sorry...