Din gramada cea mai mare
Ma tot uit si tot rasare
Cate-un prost si mi se pare
Ca tot el crede ca-i mai tare.
Dac-ar sti sa isi aleaga,
Dintre flori ce sa-nteleaga,
El tot n-ar sti sa culeaga
Si sa-si puna in desaga.
Fara sa asculte-apoi
Nici idei si pareri noi,
Prostul este prost si-n doi,
De-ale lui nu il dezdoi.
What I feel listening to „My Blood” by Ellie Goulding…
*air in*
That feeling that doesn’t go away just did – heavy
And I walked a thousand miles to prove it – tired and alone
And I’m caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts – I never know what to do
The color of my blood is all I see on the rocks – death
As you sail from me – silence
Alarms will ring for eternity – destruction
The waves will break every chain on me – I feel like I’m ripped apart
My bones will bleach – time passes, and I am still dead
My flesh will flee – I am evanescent
So help my lifeless frame to breathe – breathing is hard
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now – God cannot save me now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now – God won’t save me now
With all the blood I lost with you – I am lifeless and torn apart
It drowns the love I thought I knew – but even if I’m all drained, this helps me heal myself
The lost dreams are buried in my sleep for him – I can only see you in my dreams
And this was the ecstasy of a love forgotten – love was, maybe, just an illusion
And I’m thrown in the gunfire of empty bullets – I was defenseless and alone
And my blood is all I see – I see myself with different eyes
As you steal my soul from me – empty and alone
Alarms will ring for eternity
The waves will break every chain on me
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew
Ohhh, ohh oh [x6]
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew
*air out*
This is music for people who feel pain. People who love pain. People who need it to move on. I am those people. Sorry for the analysis.
Everybody cheats. I do it with you. You do it with me. She does it in school. He does it at his job. Who cares in which way we cheat? We always do!
Wether it’s a smile, or a formula, or the change at the supermarket, we always cheat.
You always say you’re righteous, but you’re not. Sooner or later, the scum in you will find a way.
And when it does, be ready. Cause you’ll find it’s easier to cheat and lie than to resist it. You’ll find you’re weak and worthless, just like everyone else.
So don’t take pride in your inability to find reasons to cheat. For now.
Sooner, rather than later, you’ll find out just how big of a lie you are.
Pic.
Incepe cu „esti treaza?” sau „esti in bahamas?”. Nu-mi aduc aminte exact. Asta doar in teorie. Apoi afli ca cineva primeste mesaje de la altcineva.
E simplu la inceput, desi dureaza o perioada pana te hotarasti. Si apoi raspunzi cu „bine ca ti-ai tinut promisiunea”. E simplu, sambata dimineata nu ai nevoie de scuze.
Urmeaza, cu greu, prima cafea, dar asta dupa doua, poate chiar trei saptamani. E doar din cauza ca ai prieten, si nu pentru ca n-ai vrea. Si el are prietena, dar nu conteaza.
Cafeaua e perfecta, e calda si il ascunde dupa aburi, ca si cum ai vrea sa-l vezi, dar ti-e rusine. Lui i se aburesc ochelarii pentru ca, pentru prima oara in ultimul an, e fata in fata cu o tipa fara ochelari.
Zambetele se nasc timide, un pic mai inocente decat mesajele de pana acum. Daca cineva s-ar uita in telefoanele voastre, ar vedea chestii voalate, cu tenta flirtatioasa si numai bune de ascuns.
– Ce faci, esti treaza? Esti in Bahamas?
– Dormeam. Bine ca ti-ai tinut promisiunea.
– N-as fi avut cum altfel.
– Mergem la un film?
– Tu n-ai prieten?
– Tu n-ai prietena?
– Conteaza cafeaua sau sexul?
– Doar sexul de dupa cafea.
In cinci minute, pe masa au ramas doua cafele, nebaute nici macar pe jumatate.
And as I scream,
As I begin
Forgetting what I’m not,
I take a glance, I take a shot.
Through drunken times
And parallels,
Forgiving time
And selling dime,
I lost everything of mine.
The Gods forsaken,
Not awaken.
Silence fills my every pore
And I can’t stand the bore.
I have no place in this world, no meaning, no light,
And through all this trouble I cannot fight
As I retreat and as I cry,
There’s nothing left for me but die.
Strange poets meet strange dreams.
Nothing is what it seems.
And as I fall,
And as I crawl,
Beneath me is nothing at all.
Ripped and forgotten, without words,
I live here, in between worlds.
And if I never,
If I ever,
Be born underneath the waver…