• Wel ja, ik heb dit op misschien 10 minuten geschreven terwijl ik doelloos door de stad slenterde, dus verwacht niet te veel.

    Morphine

    I go to bed with your name
    With the person and security in my head
    They make me fall asleep
    It's like morphine in surgery

    But you don't have the exact same feelings
    The feelings I have
    They can almost kill me
    So strong as they are now

    I know they don't follow time
    Something that I want
    There's a battle between my head and chest
    And I'm the one losing

    Your name is still there when I go to bed
    Still giving me morphine
    Now they drag a memory
    A memory which keeps me awake

    I feel like an insomniac
    Chasing sleep and grabbing a lighter
    With footsteps on the cold pavement
    I know I'm losing it

    Thinking of all the things I have
    I will never have it all
    The little things I need, and you need
    They aren't part of me

    You have it all
    And I'm the shadowwalker
    Wishing that my soul was heaven
    But in the end you will look past me

    [ bericht aangepast op 19 sep 2015 - 12:37 ]


    Take me to wonderland

    Apart, maar wel mooi. Knap gedaan voor tien minuutjes. Dat doe ik je sowieso niet na. c:


    Wie durft te verdwalen, zal nieuwe wegen vinden!