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Sunday 26 June 2011

When I was sixteen! :D


I Met A Stranger!


They say you don’t exist
They say you are fake, without heart and will tear mine apart
They ask me to hold, they don’t want me to puke my heart in front of you

Oh… stranger you met me at the cemetery, you saw me in pieces
I was dead I was emo, you picked me up and blew away the dust
And then we talked from dawn to dusk
You said goodbye, we'll meet again
And then the cemetery became the place for ‘eternal’ love.
You still had doubts, you feared a heart break
You had you and I, I had nothing

Oh… stranger you don’t seem strange anymore
But hey look, look at my pain, this is my shame
 Holding me tight you looked in my eyes
And said ‘you deserve people who care about you and can show it the right way’
And I made it sure that it was you and only you
Now I am not just obsessed I am enjoying every part of it
It’s like a sweet orgasm, like a dark chocolate, like a ugly kiss


Oh… stranger you don’t seem strange anymore
The danger days are gone, this time I am here
Not like her to cook the best fish
Not like him to teach you how to paint
 I can’t be what they were
 But I will never leave any chance to bring the smile
With that promise I am here with my bags
Let’s  go to the cemetery before it’s too late

Saturday 25 June 2011

He Has The Car He Has The Keep


from the right to the left
up from height to the west
is he on the phone
or hooked up with some porn
he tries too hard but he hates the smell
he hates the touch he hates the trace
he loves his mother and he too
one is beauty one is grave
he has the car he has the keep
he is a man and he is too
why cant you just hate me
open your mouth open your soul
the unsaid the unheard
brings the pain brings the knives
your the rich your the fright
I am dead but still alive

she cried because of you
I am this because of you
do you know what class he reads
do you know what lies he keep
I know you know nothing
still you are the strong we are the weak
coz you have the car and you have the keep
you are the smart and we are the creeps
its the pain that makes it worse
she is dead but you are worse
we are the power we are the light
you are the darkness you are the fright
and guess what she is dead alive
we are up and you are down
all shatterd all tatterd you still have the car but here comes the pain.