Everything changes- nothing so frequent as my hair colour |
She is a silent witness
The lone star of her dreams...
I want death to come the poetic way.
And sweep me off my feet...
Do you share in the constant confusion I find
When I pick up the paper and read those black...
Lying on the bed waiting for my love,
Not to pick me up in lovers embrace...
Lying on the bed waiting for my love,
Not to pick me up in lovers embrace...
Do you share in the constant confusion I find
When I pick up the paper and read those black...
Upon a brightly moonlit night,
The lesser stars faded from sight...
I tried so hard to turn around,
And once again I’ve hit a mound...
I want death to come the poetic way.
And sweep me off my feet...
I screamed as if screaming were going to save me. |
Every night in darkness dreaming, |
Failing at life and failing to die are very much the same feeling. |