domingo, 3 de abril de 2011

Ace

Agony and angst
So deep inside
Some kind of sorrow
Some kind of blue
Too much
(feelings and needs)
I just can't hide.

All these tears that drop from my eyes
Water that flows without a course
Flows to somewhere?
Where? I don't know. 
Maybe to an empty space right here
That just can't be fulfilled
That can´t be shown.

I miss something I hadn't lived
Old days, old thoughts, any happiness
I feel an awkward kind of grief
Just like I am missing
A part that hurts, a piece of me
Everywhere I go, I don't fit in.

Sometimes I wish for an ace
That changes the game, changes a life
New beginnings, some kind of hope
Like the lucky you may have throwing the dice.

I'm stranger to myself
And sometimes
(so many times)
I lost my sense
Don't recognize my mind
With this whirlwind inside my head
I stare at the mirror
I feel I'm dead.


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