Life is all about copying and being copied.
No one is original.

But there are those who are daring.

When the only one to trust is yourself
when your spirit is enstiled in two licks and a lifetime


When the hands you hold are the ones that die,
  The ones who hold you never die.

My heart beats in this empty room
   My mind draws a map
  And where am i to go
  when the map leads me down?

You've got it all wrong
   Don't leave me like them
  You've read it all wrong
   Re-read it, again

And who are you to write it
and who am i to say this

You loved me best
You lvoed my first
You loved me worst

Every I love you is buried deeper
    Every touch is felt lighter
    And the closer you are, the farther you feel
   The more you say, the less I hear

     And you're gone when youre here
     You're fine when I'm alone
     Come close when you're far
    I'm gone when you're here

  So leave and be nearer
  Go and be loved,
  Ill stay and wait
  While your every word grows farther

    This novel is finnished,
    But chapter 3 is missing.

I think a child
is the only one who knows pure happiness,
yet is the only one
who doesn't know how to recognize it.

I strive to be happy like a child,
yet living in a broken world puts up barriers in my head.
I yearn to be light spirited,
to never let my positive ideas
succumb to the wishes of the world.

I hope society never gets to me,
forcing me to work for materialistic things.
I hope I never forget how important hapiness is.

   In questioning what you want to be,
question what makes you happy.
Live like a child at heart.
Find the positive; the happiness in every situation.

Oh please love, if I ever were to die before my funeral
      Take me away right then
     Oh love, if they ever take my life before my day



     If they ever take my light
      Spare me a deed of taking my life
    

  Oh please love, don't let me die before my funeral.

You aren't very nice to anyone

and You smell kind of funny

like marlbaros

but i miss You

i miss You


some day We'll both understand

i miss You

They threw it up in the air
  And told it to come down
  But when the heart beats slow
The matter is lost


Where are you going?
  Stay with my heart
   where are you going  
When it's the moment I fell apart..



  Maybe they're young
   and full of abstract lies
  But maybe the young
   know the untouched


Where are you going
   When they call your name
   Where are you going
   This is your heart

a mediocre girl with a pretty life
     A mother and a father, a home and a brother
     She found comfort in the sleet and power in the river
   But a feeling never fed, is the one she found in bed.

    And the strength she thought it brought her,
     The river only left behind.
   Yet she wants to feel the power, but oh! so young- In time.
      

  A mediocre girl throws away a shiny life
    And the river never cared if she drowned.
  But to feel the power was the life.

So she lies awake at night
   And sings to herself this song
For tomorrow never comes, and life was always wrong.
  Adrift she dreams at night, to learn to love is to learn to fight

   A lesson learned in time
     But a life of a burning bed.

  In time, in time.

For a moment
you just look at the piece of music right front of you
and play each note of it, one at a time.

  Complete peace.