Something really is, and i don’t know how to share it. Do I even know what it is, what it really is? Maybe I do. Maybe I just don’t want to see it, but deep down, i know exactly what troubles me.
Who are you, that stays with me thru the night even when I’m alone?
Who are you, that makes me feel safe enough to cry as you hold me?
Who are you, that took over my life and made me new? Not whole yet, but new indeed.
I want you close. I want you near me.
Sometimes I write without thinking it thru, and the most stupid things come out. Or are they. I’m not alone, but I do feel lonely sometimes.
Although you were with me last night, I didn’t see you. I felt you, I smelled you, I heard you. But I never saw you. I never touched you. Show yourself to me. Let me show myself to you.
Be with me.
Just be with me please.
What has she got that I don’t have
Is it the way she looks at you
Laughs with you, can she,
Does she make you beg for more
This is hurting
What has she got what I don’t have
Some people seem to enjoy playing games.
And I’m tired of that. I prefer to play the monster. Be the one people hate, be the one people don’t care about.
At least those who stick around actually matter.
=)
Gostava de vocês. Muito. Respeitava-vos.
Eram pequenos ídolos em algumas coisas.
Agora não passam de uns merdas.
Ídolo com pés de barro, e partidos.
Lamento, mas odeio-vos, com toda a conotação negativa da palavra.
