Once I was fragile.
Now I am broken.
When we lay there
and held our breaths
our bodies shivering
I knew you were a mistake
I needed to make
I knew you would burn me
I knew you would dump me
Please go ahead, do it
Take me there
To the point of no return
To do things
Instead of talking about them
This will be my very last chance
One day I won’t leave the train at my station
One day I will stand in front of your door
This will be my very last chance
I hope something will give me the courage
I hope I won’t have to go on alone
There will be no next chance if I ruin this one
It’s true, isn’t it?
You trembled a bit when you touched me?
I can’t forget about it
Cause it meant something
This is what keeps me awake
This is my pain
Can you feel it?
Once I was in love with a writer
He wrote me poems
They made me cry
I told him that
He was cofused
His words were never meant to hurt
They were meant to make me happy
As all the stars
I only have you
in my imagination.
Van Halen – From Afar
You’re fading
But your smell remains on my bed sheets
You’re fading
But the wind whispers with your voice
You’re fading
But lying on the ground I can feel your heartbeat
You’re fading
But my blood tastes like your breath
You’re fading
But the stars are still the same we looked at
It’s your project
To put me on a pedestal
So next time you kick me down
It will challenge you
To build me up again
Ruin me
I’m so drawn by your darkness
Pull me down
I want to feel your despair
Waste me
Make me feel as numb as you are
Kiss me
I need to taste your salty skin
Infect me
I just love this dream you’re in
Revive me
Cure me from your emptiness
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one anymore
And if a ten-ton-truck kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine
I should have kept you in the cage
You wouldn’t have loved me
But you would have stayed
I didn’t care if you wanted to leave
If you only were happy when you are asleep
I was just a bit too sure you’d return back to me
You were the beauty in me
Now that you’re gone I can’t look at myself
The mirror wants to burst at my sight
I’ve turned gray and ugly and dry and old
My heart is withering
You cut off the roots of beauty in my soul
And poisoned the soil of my fields
No love can grow there any more
‘Almost’ is the punishment for all my sins
‘Almost’ is why it didn’t really happen
Weren’t we just one step away from being an us?
Now we’re an almost.
Almost love.
The good are never easy
The easy never good
Marina and the Diamonds – Homewrecker
We’re t.v.-junkies.
We’re cheaters.
We’re hobby psychologist.
We’re attention addicts.
We’re young.
We’re – oh my god – so ugly without make up.
We’re always online.
We’re glowing in the dark.
We’re free.
We’re so fucking lonely.
We’re making excuses instead of trying.
Sometimes I dream of a new love.
Getting somebody to know who seems to be so special
Dating him for the first him, so nervously
Being confused what to wear
Going home smiling all the time
Being unable to sleep
Bursting out in joy
Waiting for his calls and messages
Looking forward to seeing him so soon
Thinking of him all day long
Feeling so loved and beautiful
Feeling so alive
Writing this I have to think of my boyfriend.
I don’t need somebody new. I love him!
