Memories
I see you, beside me
It’s only a dream
A Vision of what used to be
The laughter, the sorrow
Pictures in time
Fading to memories
How could I ever let you go?
Is it too late to let you know?
I try to run from your side
But each place I hide
only reminds me of you
When I turn out all the lights
Even the night
only reminds me of you
I needed my freedom
That’s what I thought
But I was a fool to believe
My heart lied while you cried
Rivers of tears
But I was too blind to see
Everything we’ve been through before
Now it means so much more
…
Only you
…
So come back to me
I’m down on my knees
Girl can’t you see…
How could I ever let you go
Is it too late to let you know
..only reminds me of you…
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Life expectancy
It’s raining again, these skies of November. Having dinner in my tiny kitchen, I realized my parents are no longer young. I worry that my incapabilities meant that I will not be able to repay their efforts in cultivating my growing-up environment. And I really don’t like to owe anybody anything.
It’s painful isn’t it? Being wholly unprepared for an eventuality that you are aware of the moment you become sentient.
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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There’s always some reason to feel “not good enough”
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference, escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
