This is the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine |
Something I don't know inside my skin It's like growing up within Anger, paranoia or nervosity Advanced fear brings shaking to a whole new level Taking guilty feelings to spill the blood that I shed Feel like I'm trapped in the good old days Feel like I can't escape those same plays Just tell me why I've lost pride Tell me why I don't feel life Tell me why I can't see any light Can't stand darkness any longer Feel like darkness that was once my friend Slowly became my worst enemy Cause it forces me to face my hardest memories No matter how far I can run I still come back to this same place No matter how far I can run I still have to see this same face You've been travelling too far being out of reach Do you still listen to them when they preach ? I want to be up with the sun Don't want to escape nor to run Just want to be safe to find yourself again I'm not strong enough to hold on your shame I'm not too proud I don't act like I'm someone But still you think you're never wrong I want to give you my last smile The one I've kept within when you left me behind I feel so insecure the walls are closing in And my stomach overpressured sink me in I'm haunted by the different aspects of my own reflection What do I'm looking for, is it compassion ? Confused by what's going around me Confused cause you're not what I see Are you the only thing I will get Were I the cheapest thing you've put on bets Should I shut up the doors open my mind Should I break up the doors and care of my mind Should I wake up one day not wondering why Should I fall asleep one night not crying loud If I run away would you run behind me Are you chasing the ghosts you tried to see Are we one, are we gone, are we blind I don't want to lie I don't want to hide I don't want to be ashamed of who I am But if I can't rely on myself is it because of you Do you have to make me feel so insecure So afraid locked up in this room Why all I learnt is untrue Why can't we seek the truth Too busy to protect ourselves ? |
(c) Miss Zarashake December 29th, 2001 For Guillaume Krin |