Sometimes it rages
Even when it's calm
Just like the sea
Some say it was just like me
Still I rock a little
Hit the stage, dancin'...go on
No explanations and I tell you no
That is how songs are written
Stories are told, rumours are started
Sometimes you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive.
And sometimes being a bitch is all that you have left to hold onto.
I'm not interested in existing on that critical level most people live on.
I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything
But I do
And now alone in my room
As it all begins again
Was I so wrong
Why am I always so intense
In this same place I sit
The same place as before
Well I came all the way here
Just to watch you walk out that door
follow deep in trance
lost in a catatonic dance
know no future
damn the past
blind, warm, ecstatic
safe at last
I used to be lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh but now...
No more "I love you's"
The language is leaving me
No more "I love you's"
Changes are shifting outside the word
the hands of time will free you
It don't hurt like it did
It hurts worse
Who do I kid?
theres a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed..
[aim - MesmericStorm]
-Just Remember My Melody-
"..tell me is there anyone in this whole wide world
that could ever replace me??
i don't think so...
but if so then, take it away...
take away that heartache..."
i see you doin what i tried to do for me
with the words of a poet
and a voice of a choir
and a melody baby
you know nothin' else matters
..
