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i am sorry; mate, for being all like this
i guess i yielded to the powers that i could not resist
i tried to escape, to take a contrast shower
it aint the water that is falling but the petals of the flower
driving in a fast lane, being onto big game, it was not the pain
that i was losing down the drain
i know that all this shit it does not defend me
but i just returned the grip to be more like me
i repeat i got the grip
so im sending you a pic
its the picture of a dream that i am longing to possess
its the picture of desire that has got me into mess
though my mind does corrupt me
and the senses erupt me
and i am turning almost blind
my faith still does not disrupt me
so i am pushing on high stakes
i still have got what it takes
all the troubles that i own
they r the troubles of my own
all the pain that i feel
only for me the pain is real
all the life that i live
i aint receiving but i give
so what now, i am all by myself
a few steps behind me follows angel of death
im summoned out of patience; im summoned out of peace
the ignorance from love could be the wanted bliss
but now it is too late, i have to face my fate, who can evaluate
the time i have to wait
getting on my knees, stretching out my hands
praying for some rain that will never end
wash away my pain, hide away my tears
take away the memories ive been nursing up for years
theres a fire in my heart that is tearing me apart
theres a curtain on my eyes that draws the shadows of disguise
theres a wound inside my soul that whirls my forces to the hole
im helpless; hopeless,
and absolutely worthless
got no idea why u came; it made me flush away the pain
the look of ur pathetic eyes; it made me want to compromise
my lips r daring to confess but i control them so much less
my mind, it tries to reminisce, i still remember taste of kiss
the venoms running through my veins, it kills whatever still remains
destroys whatever is intact
prepares me for a worse impact
i lose my mind, i lose eyesight, i am so deaf and still tonight
i am so weak, my heart is meek, i cannot play the easiest trick
i cant assure myself to do, the only thing i have to do
i choose the path of sufferings; u r my angel with no wings
i wish u had them, all in all, with u or not, im gonna fall
28.04.2007
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