Since I Met You, this house has started "to decay
and Every Wall That Once Was Turned clean has a shade of gray
So much to rescue, So Much you just can not understand
Now the Streets are dark and empty, and The Problems In Our Hands
I cannot leave you, see back home my house is falling down.
I cannot leave you, see back home my house is falling down
Since I Met You, my basement has started "to bleed
The floors are all collapsing, Still I'm begging to be free
and Every Wall That Once Was Turned clean has a shade of gray
So much to rescue, So Much you just can not understand
Now the Streets are dark and empty, and The Problems In Our Hands
I cannot leave you, see back home my house is falling down.
I cannot leave you, see back home my house is falling down
Since I Met You, my basement has started "to bleed
The floors are all collapsing, Still I'm begging to be free
There has nothing to do, it does not exit. It's still there, across the throat, deep belly, near the eyes, that strength and that strength yet, but it does not come out. It is like blocked. It's much too far, we can not forget. I tell myself that if things do not go out I will have my whole life in the background, and that every morning when I woke up I only aim to get rid of it but not work. Never. I do not understand, I'm talking about often since this happened, though I cry sometimes, I'm hurt me, nothing happens, there is perpetual. So I drink, I tell myself that the fumes of alcohol may help me to live with, except to briefly mention: nay.
When I think about it, I try to deny, to change my mind immediately, I lie to myself MYSELF persuaded that all this is not true, this is just fucking nightmare, they will say "Surprise Surprise!" waving hidden cameras to prove to myself that it was a fake. But it never happens either. I can also imagine the legends, I tell myself that in fact they invented everything, they were just tired of living here among us, and they decided like that, I do not know not to go on a desert island with no one, or in another country, far, far away from here in the countryside, on top of a mountain to raise sheep (why not? haha) in a remote village in the wilds of Wisconsin scratch and create, without anyone to fuck, and that in half a century, melancholia, they come to us because we miss them (although never so much that we miss WO), to know what is is now, by asking us above all not to ask any question about their absence. If only ... If only it could be that.
is already two hours I am on this article, with the unpleasant feeling of not having advanced. Now write the words clearly not enough. How will I do? What will become of me? How are we going to learn to live? Is it possible to breathe with a gaping hole in the middle of the soul? : I do not know. Nothing. I do not know. No.
When I think about it, I try to deny, to change my mind immediately, I lie to myself MYSELF persuaded that all this is not true, this is just fucking nightmare, they will say "Surprise Surprise!" waving hidden cameras to prove to myself that it was a fake. But it never happens either. I can also imagine the legends, I tell myself that in fact they invented everything, they were just tired of living here among us, and they decided like that, I do not know not to go on a desert island with no one, or in another country, far, far away from here in the countryside, on top of a mountain to raise sheep (why not? haha) in a remote village in the wilds of Wisconsin scratch and create, without anyone to fuck, and that in half a century, melancholia, they come to us because we miss them (although never so much that we miss WO), to know what is is now, by asking us above all not to ask any question about their absence. If only ... If only it could be that.
is already two hours I am on this article, with the unpleasant feeling of not having advanced. Now write the words clearly not enough. How will I do? What will become of me? How are we going to learn to live? Is it possible to breathe with a gaping hole in the middle of the soul? : I do not know. Nothing. I do not know. No.
Mood: big bad.
RB: Demolition - Patrick Wolf.
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