Hearts and *****
Pink so punk
Strawberry Sweetcake
but so high, so drunk!
*** and candy
Raunchy fancy
I'm a star, I'm a *****
I am something you fear
I shine - but you don't want to see

I want it all in my bag!
and in fact, I can!
Don't tell me I can't be what I want
I can be all I need

I can't put it into words
so I buy clothes
I need no speech
me as me

menhera kawaii ****** **** chick
punk kinderwhore emo with *******
I play with everything!
I know who I am
his ***** dream
and I'm loving every minute of it...
my own woman giving in to nothing
but me and my dreams
living in the clouds, writing my stuff
look at me, you don't understand what you see
do you think I care? less than you think

My friends say "this is your place"
it's like I was born remotely
I feel at ease, strangely, here

Holding you, Amy, I feel you close in the air
like you were the only one who understands
all the pain
I'm going through these days
all my tricks, my tears, my men
yet you stay beautiful in your hell
it's an art - we know it well

In Camden everything fits
these colourful expensive shoes
art bursting in any available inch
the everlasting rain, watches the scene

London! I need to drown in you again
I washed myself in the Thames
London! You are not my hometown
but you left a sweet dent in my heart

To meet you at a different time
To make it sweeter than last
not running away anymore
living in the home of love

The light of day today
is so heavy and dream-like
Makes me feel hazy,
sweetly lazy
has a weird effect in me
It makes me feel good and wrong
funny ways that I've got

It speaks about you and me
hidden in a room, naked, nothing at all
but us. And I want to be there, I do.
Watching the world drip, in our burning embrace.
The rain washes my pain away.

It speaks about the despair I felt at 15
or maybe before even
and how the rain lifted the weight
with its oppressive pretty greys
The rain washes my pain away.

The rain lulls me into your arms
it promises a Sun.
The rain pushes me places
everything I am
or everything I've been?

My whole life is to be dissapproved
by you; or rather, misunderstood
I am a black sheep; but I'd rather be pink

It began at 11 with my friends and my silence
and the very little I said, you were unable to interpret
it began with coming home crying on the bus
it began with fears you could not handle
it began with me seeing the world further

it continued with me sleeping late
with my songs that spoke of a pain
whose source you could not trace
it continued with me loving girls
it continued with being a Courtney Love fan
it continued with a bad romance with an older man
it continued with me completely going nuts
and i wanted to stay with you, because you were all I knew
but your evenings at Vips were slowly killing me
I could not see. I could not see

and it goes on and on
and it doesn't hurt anymore
because I'm 27 and grew strong
but it carries on, when you don't love who I love
when my style strikes you as pedophilic flair
when you hint me a ***** - and say I don't act my age
And it's our contract; we love each other
even if we never meet each other's eye
And I've been walking long for now
and I know better:
it's my fate. I can pretty much take.
One has to fight for his art. What if your art
is your life?

In this terrible weather
where nothing ever happens
so uncomfortable,
so unreal, so blue
still, I saw the flowers bloom

Because you can't gag or bind
the force inside

Weirdest summer ever
but still we dare to walk
Scared at first, kept in our house
tears and cravings
over the Sun left outside
furious *******
we have to stay alive!
Thank God, thank God
We'll seize the day, and the nights
We'll outdo survival, turn it into little magic
to cope
not to die

The Sun approves.
It always does.

I see the children walk from school
I watch the people eat their food
and a hint of poignant - when watching
all the hustle, all the natural and good
It's the earthly order and power in chaos
It's our silent scream towards adversity
our ******* to paralysis,
the idea that nothing will make us stop
"we refuse, in fact, we can't give up"

And you say that it's affecting you
and we all are under the weather now
we can't give in, though

This is survival
and it's ugly as ****
but it's a scar we can learn to dignify
so kiss me, touch me, **** me
in those strange times

Sometimes a question lays open
(it happened to me for days)
It came out of nowhere.
And the answer you crave. It takes up space.

The answer is there all the time.
So stop looking for it every elsewhere.

The answer is blank – a kaleidoscope
it is nothing and it contains it all
and it screams at you:

Stop, stop, stop obsessing about things!
Enjoy the kiss and do not wonder what it means
Because you know, if you dare not
To ask and just hear the answer
Straight from his lips

Speechless
but more than okay
who cares about
the small things that worried me
yesterday

Pulling out the weeds
from my brain
I tried to keep the garden clean
and it got crowded with ****

Erasing the doubt
the guessing, the mind game,
the self-inflicted pain
Replacing it
with the ever answer
love
and the flow from which everything good comes

Life is easy - when you have no clue
when you are guided by the eternal flux
(A lifetime of words to catch what's further
this contradiction is no exception)