john doe [(linya) lyrik]
"the simple life i was given is complicated
it´s strange how i can fail everytime to make it
like i´d been disabled and complicately wasted
everything that not really confuses me - i try to be
you see - yesterday i got a mail from lucy
i usually get one every now and then in the weekends
spending my spare time reading messages she sent
think i understand, but between us... i just pretend
pretend to be a great philosopher, but i´m not really
cause i dogmaticaly see the world for what it is, silly
developing paranoid thoughts when it´s trying to kill me
i´m inside my inside of my inside, a dark true quiter
and when it comes to thee tough times, i start to shiver
circulating turbulencingly, thoughts getting chopped, is god a giver?
you know how it feels when the devils seed´s
copying your freedom and then´s tryin to sell you peace
you can´t lack out cause everybody knows my lack of self-esteem
traveling in universe with flights which´s reaching the end
buyin me time enough to understand the meaning she sent
i lie, when i tell em i´m not afraid of this dark place
it sure not increases my reincarnated bodys heart rate
when i try to tell them what you and me beeing apart made
look in the fire and try to hear what the stars say
just trying to earn you a lesson, instead of the hard way
loosing you, my dear friend, whom i once called "myself"
was like loosing all my energy and it´s like hell - i tell
i know who the sinner is cause i leave black cold traces
with little blueshaped faces - when i do snow angels
in this winter dream...
ans so it goes on and on and on, the sinner sleeps
the sinner sleeps..."
som vanligt är ni välkomna att korrigera grammatiska fel, stavfel, samt ge konstruktiv respons och kritik. det uppskattas alltid.
vill passa på att tacka alla de som gjort just detta tidigare och ett speciellt tack till den trogna skara som läser mina texter men aldrig orka skriva något i trådarna. det är inte meningen att vara spydig, jag menar det seriöst, tack för att ni iaf läser. :)
lev väl...