Ne živim.
Umirem.
Trunem.
Raspadam se.
Nemam snage.
Nemam volje.
Plačem.
Negdje u sebi.
Ne živim.
Umirem.
Trunem.
Raspadam se.
Ne mogu više.
Ostavljam zapise svojih jadnih misli.
I odlazim.
Opet.
Negdje.
Po koji to put?!
Zatvori oči. Negiraj stvarnosti.
I umri u ljepoti.
The means are right for taking,
Fade to grey,
Trying to be ruthless,
In the face of beauty.
In this matrix,
It's plain to see,
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
Cas 'n' lie with a velvet glove,
Reading like an open book,
In the hands of love.
In this matrix,
It's plain to see,
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
Post je objavljen 12.05.2007. u 18:38 sati.