neznam od kud mi naslov, a neda mi se niti razmišljati o tome...
nekak sam umoran, al umoran na dobar način, ak je to opće moguće... opet imam viška inspiracije, a nemam volju ju trošiti... ostal sam skoro sam, društvo jučer krenulo na maturalac a ja sam još k tome i v kazni, nepotrebnoj i nerazumljivoj, ajde da sam bar nešt napravil bi razmel zakaj nebrem van, al dobro, kaj je tu je... htel bi promjeniti vrijeme, ubrzati ga koja dva tjedna, il to jednostavno probat prespavat... već mi na kurac idu ove tri točke koje stavim posle svake rečenice, al me to nebu sprečilo da ih pak stavim... hehehehe... i opet... pašu mi prazniki, to jest, ne fali mi škola, možda neki pojedinci, al možda idem van z njima v subotu, jedini dan kad morem van... također idem na popravni z latinskoga, al me ne jebe to, nek me jebe to kaj stara nema povjerenja v mene u vezi toga... jebiga, zajeb, trudil sam se prejti bez popravnoga... al sam bar uspel velki dio ispraviti pa nebum sve moral pisati... ono kaj se tiče inspiracije, napisal sam jednu pjesmu, prvu pjesmu koja mi se baš sviđa, a za koju sam ipak ne htel imati inspiraciju... moje riječi mi se čine tak strane, oću nešt napisat, al opet nemam volju za to... a u kurac, dost "filozofiranja"... sam da još napišem tu pjesmu...
WRITE A LIFE
oh please, tell me the truth,
have you seen me like this before?
the word stop, the stupidity,
is all that was in me...
i know you hate me in a way,
for something i didn't do,
but let's change places,
i wouldn't judge you...
my arms are red from your
fingernails in my skin,
the pain is here,
but alsop the fear...
i want to make you laugh,
please give me your shirt,
and remember, maybe he isn't
the only one who's hurt...
this time there is no sorry,
but deep down i hope
this isn't the end of the story...
so please give me your hand
and we shall write a life,
laugh at the past,
forgive and forget the things
that made me smoke
a box of cigarettes...
if you give me the strenght,
i will guide you to the end...
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I MISS YOU - INCUBUS
To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn’t think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can’t explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I’m wasting away.
I know I’ll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you.
IT'S BEEN A WHILE - STAIND
It’s been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high
It’s been a while
Since I first saw you
It’s been a while
Since I could stand
On my own two feet again
And it’s been a while
Since I could call you
And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I’ve rendered
Have stretched myself beyond my means
It’s been a while
Since I could say
That I wasn’t addicted
It’s been a while
Since I could say
I loved myself as well and...
It’s been a while
Since I’ve gone and fucked things up
Just like I always do
It’s been a while
But all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you
And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I’ve rendered
Gone and fucked things up again... again
Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day
But then I go an fuck things up again
It’s been a while
Since I could...
Look at myself straight
It’s been a while
Since I said I’m sorry
It’s been a while
Since I’ve seen the way
The candles light your face
It’s been a while
But I can still
Remember just the way you taste
Everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
To me... I know this pain
Can I blame this on my father?
He did the best he could for me
It’s been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high
It’s been a while
Since I said I’m sorry
OUTSIDE - STAIND
And you bring me to my knees, again
All this time that I could beg you please, in vain
All the times that I felt insecure, for you
And I leave my burdens at the door
I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
’cause inside you’re ugly
Ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All this time that I felt like this wont end
It’s for you
And I taste what I could never have
Was from you
All those times that I tried
My intentions
Full of pride
And I waste more time than anyone
I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you’re ugly
Ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times that I cried
All this wastin
It’s all inside
And I feel all this pain
Stuffed it down
It’s back again
And I lie here in bed
All alone
I cant mend but I feel
Tomorrow will be okay
I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Inside you’re ugly
Ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you