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torsdag den 6. januar 2011

Old emotional crap: 3-3

Wishes come true


Watch me as I do
What you wanted me to
You said, you’d love
See me falling with you

And so I did
For a reason unknown
And you held my hand
While leading my down

Down into darkness
Where sadness appears
I'll end up crying
But hide all my tears.

Old emotional crap: 2-3


Hate

Don't ever look at me again
I know the way you feel
you're looking like a quilty thief
and I will make you thrill

My mind is weird and twisted
I'll never be the same
I'm looking for an answer
and you're the one to blame

Abuse of trust
abuse of love
are all you know exist
but even then I must agree
that you're the one I miss.

Old emotional crap: 1-3


Monster

I have become a monster
a big and scary one
and all my friends are running
when they see me come

I'm not the one I used to be
trust me when I'm crying
I didn't see the evil come
I wasn't even trying

Now I can't run forever more
I'll have to tell my story
you'll hear it's rough and bad
with no eternal glory

They came one day and took my love
the only thing I had
then they locked me in a cage
and told I had gone mad

It was a lie, I'll bet they know
but I was just a fool
they cut my body over-all
and build me up with tool

Now I can not feel a thing
hunger, thirst or pain
‘cause I've become a war-machine
and live my life in shame.