segunda-feira, 18 de novembro de 2013

If People Were Words


If people were words
you'd be the most beautiful one of all
that one that makes me tremble
the one word that makes me sigh
even when I don't know why.
the most beautiful kept secret
deep within my simple heart
A word so lush and strong
that lights my darkest night
shining through eternity so bright.
The word that burns my soul
the most beautiful word
in the whole wide world.

quinta-feira, 14 de novembro de 2013

How


how do I chose
how do I live
how can I lose
if I've nothing to give

how do I smile
and how do I lie
how can I sit here
and cry for a while

how can I succeed
how can I even try
how can I lead
if I just want to hide

how can I speak
and how do I belong
I'm just another freak
singing a broken song

and how can I sing
how can I cry
I don't have anything
I just want to...die!


Father


Father
why did you leave me alone?
I don't know what I have done

Father
I can't understand this fear
I don't know why am here

I ask myself who am I
if even you don't want me
and I'm so lost without you
who am I?

I ask myself who am I
you walked out that door
I don't know who I am anymore
who am I?

Father
your letters are gone
I am no longer as strong

Father
your phone calls are short
they give me no support

I ask myself who am I
if even you don't want me
and I'm so lost without you
who am I?

I ask myself who am I
you walked out that door
I don't know who I am anymore
who am I?

I have a thorn in my side
you don't know how much I cried
I'm the daughter you condemn
Now I don't know who I am

Father
I don't know what to say
or why it must be this way

Father
I was never your doll
you never knew me at all...