Friends, no longer exist
Just people you get along with
I can’t seem to find a twin soul
Someone who could fulfill me whole...
In this world there’s nothing,
In this world there’s everything.
There’s no courage, dreams, passion...
But plenty of hate, indifference, sadness...
My brain is crooked, my head confused...
Like a bloody madman, crying out,
Crying out for love, for understanding...
Helpless tries, no one cares...
So I’ll be here walking,
Walking in the night,
Abandoned in the rain…
I’ll be here...
All by myself...
Suffering quietly...
Páginas soltas de um baú desenterrado com mais de 10 anos... O meus textos da juventude revisitados!
terça-feira, 10 de novembro de 1998
domingo, 8 de novembro de 1998
Strange state of mind
Lying here in complete misery,
Waiting for the good times
To make up for the bad times,
Hoping for truth to replace lies…
What’s this state of mind,
Where no one I can find?
Only with me I can count
Like I was the last boy scout…
The rain is pouring in their heads,
In the heads of the ones
That no harm have done…
But still have no guts to stand.
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