Friday 20 March 2009 photo 1/2
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planing and dreaming is it really something we need to do? all could be over tomorrow,today, yesterday
sometimes i don´t really feel like living, still i don´t really feel for dying either
so what to do? i have dreams i have thought of the future, but are they really something i want or just some fantasy that i might like?
my heart is clouded with darkness once again and i don´t know if up is up or down anymore
all things have two sides but what to do when you can´t tell them apart?
will i find the other side of my coin? or will it forever be covered like my heart?
is happiness a illusion, am i an illusion? the very foundation of me is shaken, or so i think
still i see people shining when i walk the streets, that can´t be fake, or can it?
no matter how much i brood in the end it feels like nothings ever matter
it won´t help me, it won´t help anyone
alive and kicking or a wet spot under a truck, from time to time i don´t really care
i do belive that some greater force controling how,when and were we will die, though we can by will and health change that time frame
i want to know the truth.. is there true happiness? is there something worth living for? exept the sound of your small, warm, words
truth may hurt, may hurt as hell. but it´s still better than living a fake life
i say i´m ok cuse i know how to lie
i say i´m ok since i don´t know what´s not ok
i say i´m ok since i dont lie on my deathbed,i´m not sick neither injured
sometimes i don´t really feel like living, still i don´t really feel for dying either
so what to do? i have dreams i have thought of the future, but are they really something i want or just some fantasy that i might like?
my heart is clouded with darkness once again and i don´t know if up is up or down anymore
all things have two sides but what to do when you can´t tell them apart?
will i find the other side of my coin? or will it forever be covered like my heart?
is happiness a illusion, am i an illusion? the very foundation of me is shaken, or so i think
still i see people shining when i walk the streets, that can´t be fake, or can it?
no matter how much i brood in the end it feels like nothings ever matter
it won´t help me, it won´t help anyone
alive and kicking or a wet spot under a truck, from time to time i don´t really care
i do belive that some greater force controling how,when and were we will die, though we can by will and health change that time frame
i want to know the truth.. is there true happiness? is there something worth living for? exept the sound of your small, warm, words
truth may hurt, may hurt as hell. but it´s still better than living a fake life
i say i´m ok cuse i know how to lie
i say i´m ok since i don´t know what´s not ok
i say i´m ok since i dont lie on my deathbed,i´m not sick neither injured