sexta-feira, 22 de junho de 2007

Only he didn't tell anybody, which... well, it's not quite quitting, is he?

This is me with another nervous breakdown
My pressure dropped, this body went with it
Memory fails, I'm feeling claustrophobic
I scream my silent pain in this big plain
There's no one here
Tell me who is there now
Who is there with ____

I'm taking no calls unless it's her voice
I'm seeing no one unless it's her
I open the mailbox every hour
Maybe I'll hit the postman
I want to hear some love words
But not it that dyslexic voice
No I won't tear apart for ____
But I was given no choice

I guess I was trying to keep me alive
But once I was dead there was nothing to do beside
Picking me up and lying me down
Waiting for some angel
To wake me and say to me
"Hello. Don't be scared. I want ___ to know, you're not dead."

Kiss me, is this a dream?
Should I believe it?
Please promise to me that ____________________________

Am I too good for _____, am I just paranoid?
Should I clinical ou should I speak louder?
Maybe I should close my eyes for years
And wait for the strongest feeling
Out of all of the feelings
to raise
from
____.

Am I real? Are ___ real? Is this real? What's real?
Am I real? Are ___ real? Is this real?

Tell me, what's real?

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