I was once told that if you really want something, you can get it, if you just want it bad enough. This does work in most areas of life. Love is not one of those areas. I thought that...if I'm good at loving I won't have an problems with it. Boy, was I wrong. My one and only problem emerges from love. So far I've fallen in love twice. Each time it didn't work, no matter how hard I tried and I tried...oh, how I tried. I've observed the world around me more than once and I see that there is little love here now. And I think I'm slowly but surely turning into one of those guys who think that girls are only made for physical pleasures. And I see their point. Love causes too much pain. Nobody likes pain, so they all run away from it. They stay unattached to girls. Basically, you should never get too attached to anyone, for they all can hurt you. I don't know what to think, anymore. I don't know what to do. It's like LP says - "Should I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?" This is THE question. This is the ultimate decision. A decision which I must re-analyze. I must choose again. Frankly, I do not know what will I decide. I'm so lost...

For Reddy...
Don't want to reach for me do you?
I mean nothing to you
The little things give you away
But now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water
I do
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Primijetio sam da ljudi misle kako su ovo pjesme koje sam ja prepisao od drugih poznatih ili nepoznatih umjetnika, ali da sad raščistim...ovo su MOJE pjesme...ja sam ih napisao...ja sam...bez ičije pomoći...(ok, možda mi tu i tamo netko da inspiraciju, ali to ne znači da su sudjelovali u stvaranju pjesme :P)
Let me wake up in your arms
Hear you say it's not alright
Let me be so dead and gone
So far away from life
Close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside
Your heart...
I've been digging into crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race
Before monkeys had YOU in traits
I mastered numerology
And big bang theology
Perform lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I can start blessing it
Chin checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist my chords like double helixes
and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bombs ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this