Everything's made to be broken |
I look at the glass, face it like a mirror And the the face I see is not mine Looks like a ghost finding its way home Through the glass reflection I see loneliness shine I'm so drunk, I couldn't have stood up even if I tried Alcohol is blinding my way Dressed in white I look like a forgotten bride I know nothing could force me to stay anyway And I look through this bottle of whiskey Trying to find a sense to my life Trying to see what I always wanted to see As if it could erase all the past strife My eyes swollen are hiding me the truth Like a curtain unexpectandly dropped I sing and I feel my soul becoming blue And I can't forget the way you shout My stomach hurts, my head is spinning on a wheel Dark dead dance, blind carnival My fingers feel so numb and cold like steel And I know I won't find my way home You can spit your hate as much as you want to I know it's not what you think You can hurl your lust as much as you need to It won't be enough until you bleed And I'm looking through this empty bottle of whiskey Trying to find a sense to my life Trying to find what I've been looking for in here Trying to see you by my side |
(c) Miss Zarashake October 22nd, 2001 For Guillaume Krin Out of list, written originally for the band Dawn. Thought about all, Albin, sing it. |