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12.03.2007., ponedjeljak
You... my dear, you.
You can not live on your illusions You can not feed on first conclusions (don't let me hear you say: ''just watch me''... don't) I, i can't tell you what to do Only what you mustn't do And that is everything you do, everything that hurts...(well, you.) let others hurt you so that you can heal because if you don't suffer, you don't live You can't give –fucking- anything if you don't take anything You can rott in the corner, facing it until you hear that fat lady sing... If it goes -i see it i believe it- then you have only one life, as far as we know So while your here, open up, it will pour into you and i will watch you glow... don't live on your illusions don't feed on first conclusions you know i don't believe in time you know i don't believe in space and now as i really try to rhyme these thoughts i can not erase it is the human nature that im not affraid to embrace and the demonic soul of our ever-flowing higher race ...that... keeps us here, in between, alive. That keeps us near and never affraid to strive, I may declare myself over and over as anything and everything But i do just roll until i break the last chain and final string And i do adore some people, you know i do Some of those people may be you... my dear, you. |