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Why Not Just Be Solo

A)

Saddest Smile


People say they like me
but how can I believe
when they also like you
and youíre exactly the one i hate
people sometimes say
that Iím quiet creative
but itís so confusing
they say it to you as well
I will stay forever alone
in my deep and dark thoughts
in the corner of the bar
waiting for a good talk
and at some point you ask me why
Iím the one with the saddest smile
I might come across
very disillusioned
but I do crossword searches all night
youíre living your lives
beneath the LCD light
where real love serves you day by day
the lack of sensitivity in you
is so ugly
and i know
I will stay forever alone
in my deep and dark thoughts
in the corner of the bar
waiting for a good time
and at some point you ask me why
Iím the one with the saddest smile


A Very Good Life


when I was like you
I might have had less thoughts about murdering myself
but when I see you Iím so happy that I went
you sit there as a company of rundown longhaired
I smell your clothes your brand new fingernails
and i hear you whispering about me
but I will avoid your eyes
because I know I am the worldís ugliest lady
I used to have less worries of life
but when I see you Iím so happy that I went
i never dressed like you
I donít know what it is this feeling of belonging
I ran away from school havenít we had such a great time together
no I wonít reply to any of your emails
I never Iíve just lost interest
and I still hear you whispering about me
but I will avoid your eyes
because I know you all just hate me
And now i have a very good life
a very good life a very good life
but people like you donít need to be in it


Albatross


I am like an albatross I fly over the sea
I donít need a home I donít need one
You are like an albatross when you met me
you said you will always need me
If only we could hear what theyíre telling us every day
Donít think. Feel
If only we could hear what theyíre telling us every day
the thinking kills the feeling
if only our ears would understand what they say
Thinking kills the feeling
I am like an albatross all the humans that exist
I donít need to see them
and everyone almost everyone I ever met
doesnít understand me


Iím A Reject


Dressing up in white foundation Iím the stupid entertainer
your laughter is so painful but I havenít got the age any more to mind
Iím a reject Iím a mishap Iím always behind
Taking buses to the graveyard just to see the pretty grave art
Your denial makes us cheerful because we havenít got the age anymore to mind
Iím a reject Iím a defect Iím all you dislike
oh we might seem so confusing but your outlet jeans amuse me
And in moments of weakness you have nothing but your new dress
its so difficult to deny yourself
its so difficult
Is it not?


Cadaverously Quaint


I am a mannequin
A prototype of tomorrows man
Cadaverously quaint
Iíll never tan
dismally affected
by yesterdayís man


Bring Your Own Wine


How can this be good
When someone tells you what you have to do
when someone tells you that youíre good
all this confidence
I donít see how someone like you
should talk so loud and high pitched like that
Do you ever walk around and feel disgusting
Do you ever think you are just a small creature on the planet
Do you ever try to be out of your mind
to be out of your mind
I see you at the shop
and at the bus stop
people talk so loud and serious
oh theyíre so important
all this selfishness
I donít see how someone like you
can even like themselves
Do you ever walk around and feel disgusting
Oh it is so hard to smile on this planet
Anywhere or anytime you bring your own wine
you bring your own wine
Do you ever walk around and feel as useless
as useless as you are on this planet
do you ever think anyone here cares if youíre alive
Can you not just die



 

 

B)


Northern Lights


Perhaps an ideal way of life
leads to an ideal way of death
It would be good to be you
but Iíd rather be dead
Perhaps a fashionable way of life
leads to a fashionable way of death
but to be in love is not in fashion anymore
Letís move somewhere
near the northern skies
and watch the northern lights
and watch the northern lights
come into my arms
I want you in my arms
I want you in my arms
In a way itís just not very nice
to be around people with fashionable minds
perhaps Itís futile to speak when everyone is online
alone with a couple hundreds of friends
and a couple hundreds of pills


No One Holds Hands


Iíve never been any ones prince
Iíve never been any ones someone
Itís all coming true
you woke me from my slumber
You made me so much stronger
but now no one holds hands
no one holds hands anymore
Iíve never been any ones doll
Iíve never been of any ones interest
Itís all coming true
our porcelain hands will save us


Why Not Just Be Normal


Why not just be normal she said
all the black you wear is making the neighbors depressive
look at all the eyes that stare
the guy in the military wear
doesnít seem impressed about my lavallière
why should I care
Please lead me into a groundless future
Please lead me Into a fatigue future
Into a ruinous future
Why not just be normal she said
frowning in her council house
all the vacuuming is making the housewives depressive
living in this place is worse than hell
the guy in the millimeter hair
seems to smell the strangers in the air
but I donít care


Somehow Weíll Get Through This


Somehow weíll get through this
The sun shines on our dying bodies
the birds sing in our rotten ears
your headache my palpitations
your mood changes and my aggressions
In silence weíre lying here
In darkness our cramps will heal


Avalanche


Please read it in my pale face
ask me if Iím a goth or a manic depressive
but please donít be disturbed
Why ever since I left our friendship breaks to pieces
because Iím tired of your sad lives
how everyone made it without romance in this city
can you not see
that we can beat the cold with our closest friend
as long as weíre together weíre an avalanche
No one likes each other
In the 21st century
I want to lose the others because
I have to think about me

 

 


Date: 2016-01-03; view: 222


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