Direktlänk till inlägg 20 november 2011
När det är kaos måste jag ha U2 och ett skrivblock.
Det här föddes idag:
Stolen kisses in the dark
Sex as project of art
Freedom including alcohol
But you are never free.
Although I despise you
I still love you like I never did
And although it hurts to love
It hurts even more to forgive
I regret tomorrow before the morning rise
I forget yesterday and all of your lies
I dream about things that’s already gone
You repress you’re dreams while drinking rum
Although I despise you
I still love you like I never did
And although it hurts to love
It hurts even more to forgive
You lay your head down
For a moment you’re deaf
In the toilet your anxiety is dipping down
And then you cry without a sound
Although I despise you
I still love you like I never did
And although it hurts to love
It hurts even more to forgive
You can no longer pretend
So stop catching the bus
Your trip leads nowhere,
Only making such a fuss
Although I despise you
I still love you like I never did
And although it hurts to love
It hurts even more to forgive
Anna
som en levande maskin; andas, äter, sover, gör allt enligt ett schema som hänger på väggen. Man är en slav för sitt eget liv, en jävla slav. Målen jag satt upp har gjort mig motiverad, ja, men inte tillräckligt för att fylla ett helt rum. Begraver mi...
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