No more tears my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality
It was just my imagination
Just my imagination
Just my imagination...
What a wicked game to play...
Sanity where have you gone ?
You leave at night, return at dawn
Do you know what it means
To be left this way
When everyone's gone ?
Well the feelings they stay
You just want attention
You don't want my heart.
Mauvais souvenirs qui reviennent comme un thème, qu'est c'que vous venez foutre à cette heure dans ma tête ?
We don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It's running through my head secretly
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
It's strange what desire make foolish people do
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
No one know what goes on up inside my head
Tell them all I know now
Tell them what I hoped would be impossible
I can't
Just keep breathing and breathing
Caus'e
Every breath you take
Makes me become so numb
That I can't feel you there
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
I'm runnin' runnin' runnin'
Runnin' out of time
But I'm getting out of breath
Inside my heart is drawning.
But the grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
For ever and ever
Je n'avouerai jamais que certaines de mes émotions m'effraient
Je te déteste comme cett phrase qui dit, c'était trop beau pour être vrai.
My illusion, my mistake
I was careless I forgot I did.
L'illusion était belle.
VOUS LISEZ
Beyond the Mask
PoetryEt sous les masques, sous cet extérieur, cette enveloppe si frêle, il y a Ça. Cette chose que je ne saurais définir, qui pourtant présente, et qui me définit, plus profondément ce que je pense connaître de moi-même... (Textes et poèmes)
