a man with a death wish
whispers of some quiet conversation
the betrayal
clinging on, on, on
spacing out in sewers
haters. hating. hated
are they sick of me?
the un-friend
in, out and in again
what is it
that pulls us back in
even when we try to escape?
it is not by our free will;
it is them, again, as always
pushing and pressuring
with no escape route
or is it you
who’s too cold to care?
A thousand sunsets couldn’t save me now
its back
that lonely
empty
feeling
theres a gaping yearning
for something you don’t know
what belongs there
what is missing?
why am i not happy
how can i fix myself?
how do i accept what i am
and be comfortable
content
in my own skin?
how do i make this go away
why do i do this to myself
again
and again
shut it all out
who cares what they are doing
obsessing
and ignoring
quel est donc
Ce lien entre nous
Cette chose indéfinissable ?
Où vont ces destins qui se nouent
Pour nous rendre inséparables ?
On avance
Au fil du temps
Au gré du vent… ainsi…
On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir
On est toujours
Dans la même histoire…
Quel est donc
Ce qui nous sépare
Qui par hasard nous réunit ?
Pourquoi tant d’allers, de départs
Dans cette ronde infinie ?
On avance
Au fil du temps
Au gré du vent… ainsi…
On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir
On est toujours
Dans la même histoire…
On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir
On est toujours
Dans la même histoire…
La même histoire…
this week in history
“Pick up your chin there’s a saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through
Brand fire new”
‘Mary on the mend – Cherry Ghost’
ummm…well i just like that song.
so i am 20 now, old, yes i know. but nowadays 20 is still young, i think. back in the old days 20 was when you were like, really adult. but nowadays i think that age has been pushed back to 25.
lotsa stuff happening/happened this november. ok, my birthday, yeah. then the merdeka tennis festival which i so badly wanted to go to but didn’t. i mean, nadal, federer, gasquet and sampras all in one? who wouldn’t wanna go? aparantly, my dad who would rather watch it on tv.
then the live and loud festival – james morrisson!!! but te tix are sooooooooo expensive!
lulu lala lalaleeelalalala
wahooey – gotta get back to tv – federer vs sampras is on