I got to thinking the other day about the life I'm living. I came up with a question; do I really live? For a short minute there, everything stoped. The cars on the street went all quiet and the only sound to be notice was the heavy beating coming from inside my chest. It was a funny feeling that I never felt before. I had never listen to my own heart in that way. When the sounds later came back the beatings disappeared, never to be heard again. You think those made up feelings of yours is doing me any good? Pretends and make believes, it's all there is. Mountains of joy and seas of pleasure, all gone missing. Disappeared into the unknown. 'Cause forever now I'm breathing myself to sleep every single night. Help me put an end to this needless beating. All skyes in heaven have turned against me. Don't let her see the sun light they say. She's already forgotten the warm summer nights so why give them back? Not so soon. Lets wait until she has forgotten all that's good in life, and maybe so the life itself. Let the spell on her heart grow faster then the autum trees losing their leaves. So that she'll never doubt in endless misery. Tripping over my twisted words - "I can't get enough of you"

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February 2013