No two stars can shine as bright
As those that hurt inside your eyes
Nothing tells me better how you feel
Than the grief inside your endless cries
Savor the sorrow and ignore the joy
Because you know that noone cares
Falling from those brightest two stars
As ever warm, your solar flares
I closed my arms around your fragile body
And burnt my lips as I kissed your tears away
I'd die if it would force your lips to stretch
To see you smile any price I will gladly pay
My heart still pounds so slow
My eyes still weary glow
I know that what I did was wrong
But when you’re near I feel so strong
And I still hope
Chorus
Won’t you come back to me
Will you leave me all alone
I never allowed you to see
That without you I cannot be
My life passes me in vain
My mind now feels only pain
My eyes stare nowhere so dry
There are no more tears to cry
And I still hope
Chorus
There are a lot of things in this world that don't make any sense to me. Believe me, that's big, cause you wouldn't believe what sorts of things do make sense to me. People are lonely...single people...taken people...the living, the dead...all lonely, and there are six billion of us here. Explain that to me, would ya? I among them...I really ought to figure this out, but...I just can't...why am I lonely...
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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