Bittersweet

Bittersweet

Visions Of Paradise

Don't tell me when

Something is beautiful

And don't tell me how to

Talk to my friends

Just tell me the names of

The stars in the sky

What's your favourite song

Visions Of Paradise

Mick Jagger

Solitude Sometimes Is...

Solitude sometimes is

Life that no longer exists

Solitude sometimes is

When there's nothing left to give

Solitude Sometimes Is

Manic Street Preachers

Star Light

"Star light, star bright,

First star I see tonight,

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight."

No Place Like Home

Mary Higgins Clark

It's the same

The road is getting narrower

In front of her

Her beloved stars

Have abandoned her

Her bleeding heart

Aches again

She just wishes

It could stop

And release her from pain

It's the same!

It has always been this way!

She was born

On a cursed April day

It's the same!

Her path is not going to change

She was 14 years

When she fell in love

With a 17 year old boy

Who broke her heart

Pathetic!

She was an angel at that time

But, screwed by love

She turned to be

A profound melancholy

Stripping her soul

From sunshine rays

Stop blaming her

For her dark fate

It's the same!

Perhaps

She wants it to be the same

Perhaps

It's not the same, anyway

She wants to act

But, she is chained by inaction

Buried in her own keening

She wants to burn

Her history

Her memories

Her clothes

Her pictures

Her candles

Her poems

Even her name

Maybe she can find pleasure

In destroying a life vein

It's the same!

It will always be the same!

Nothing matters, anyway

Now, she is living in fiction

Books she reads everyday

They can take her away

Walking or standing still

Drinking coffee or poison

Talking or keeping silent

Breathing or suffocating

It's completely the same!

Nothing will ever change

She is running out of imagination

Lacking inspiration

Is this a life?

Her grandma visited her in her dream

She said to her:

"Poor sweet!

This is your destiny

So, dont weep!"

It is oki, grandma

She will watch springs go by

Like an old black and white film

Drained from any sense

Using her suffering to survive

Nothing will ever go her way

It's the same!

Still, it's not the same!

Forget about her, anyway

June 11th, 2008

Poor Visitor

" In a daydream I used to have, all these places were points of happiness to me; all these places were lifeboats to my small drowning soul, for I would imagine myself entering and leaving them, and just that entering and leaving over and over again would see me through a bad feeling I did not have a name for. I only knew it felt like sadness but heavier than that. Now that I saw these places, they looked ordinary, dirty, worn down by so many people entering and leaving them in real life, and it occured to me that i could not be the only person in the world for whom they were a fixture of fantasy. It was not my first bout with the disappointment of reality and it would not be my last."

Lucy

Jamaica Kincaid

Don't Speak

You and me

We used to be together

Everyday together always

I really feel

That I'm losing my best friend

I can't believe

This could be the end

Don't speak

I know just what you're saying

So please stop explaining

Don't tell me cause it hurts

Don't speak

I know what you're thinking

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me cause it hurts

As we die, both you and I

With my head in my hands

I sit and cry

Don't Speak

No Doubt

The Diffusion Of Our Inherent Situation

The Diffusion Of Our Inherent Situation

At My Funeral

I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered

1234567 and so on

But a time will come when these numbers have all ended

And all I've ever seen will be forgotten

Won't you come

To my funeral when my days are done

Life's not long

And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone

That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground

When my coffin is sealed and I'm safely 6 feet under

Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me

Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders

I hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me

If I should die before I wake up

I pray that the Lord my soul will take but

My body, my body - that's your job

I can't be sure where I'm headed after death

To heaven, hell, or beyond to that Great Vast

But if I can I would like to meet my Maker

There's one or two things I'd sure like to ask

At My Funeral

Crash Test Dummies