Friday, May 28, 2010


repeat: faithless

please believe in what i say cause i'm running out of ways to convey. this lack of faith in myself that's becoming my own personal hell. vicious cold now settles in, my bones feel like they're breaking through my skin. well god damn you you're feeding on my loneliness what an awful way to live what a way to live. get me out of this place cause i'm stuck in a rut and i can't stomache the taste. my lungs are filling up with dust, i feel BRUISED AND BROKEN with no one left to trust. vicious cold now settles in, my bones feel like they're breaking through my skin. well god damn you, you're feeding on my loneliness. but i will not let you win, i won't let you win

tre pioner, sju rosor och hela jag gör ont, hela jag är vilsen, hela jag är tom. nu är det tyst igen.

1 comment:

socker said...

visst överlever vi allt? jag tror på dig, min finaste.