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Hektor Steinsson Jan 2015
The trees have grown , the trees were made to fall
Like Yesterdays paper tells nothing at all
About me , about my life
let me tell you a secret,  if you promise not to tell
Its been holding me back , for a quite while
Im not well today , today

the color has changed , from pictures you saw when I was young
and my meaning has fade , I thought I knew so much I was wrong
about me , about my life
let me tell you a secret, if you promise not to tell
its been holding me back , for a quite while
im not well , today , today

and my smile has changed , and my voice speaks off giving up
and my body rejects to focus on my brain and my suicidal thoughts
and all hope is gone why cant I fit happiness in my calender
With my suicidal thoughts

im one day older but i feel like im old
its been freezing so long , I cant get ride of this cold
in me , in my life
let me tell you a secret, if you promis not to tell
its been holding me back , for a quite while
im not well , today , today

today is forever and tomorrow is nothing
yesterday was some glimpse off hope
I dont know why but I do know how
You can read it in tomorrows paper where I will make page 34
english is my second language so if you see something wrong please let me know.
Hektor Steinsson Jan 2015
We met in our hometown that ******* town
Where everybody see´s me , as a dog **** on the ground
You saw something in me , I just don’t know what
It was probably the advance of ******* me up

Keep talking of your innocent and lie about your dreams
No one dreams of low life , empty and feeling alone
I hate this idea , no one is  dreaming of me
So please ******* go to hell where you belong

Where your father recreates you
And command you to destroy happiness
in our life´s which you  don’t deserve
to celebrate your rebirth

I want to forget all our memories because I saw your every lie
You didn't seem to care by the fact , I wanna die
But I will keep my promise , in my coffin I will arrive
we like myself better when i´m not alive

I throw myself for a train or something
So I wont feel anymore
In my black coffin castle,  I will be my own king
The coffin is blank just like me

I see the intention of our suicide , but you will find new victim
You'll  be unhappy together , but not as good for me at all
All the black angels , laugh as I turned into stone
I never thought i´d say this but I hate being alone

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