måndag 30 juli 2012

Jonathan


You cut the tie, you cut my strings
For a marionette you´re the king
As I were falling to the floor
I saw you smile but I´m not sure

Relief will sculpt the heart of yours
while resentment takes a piece of mine
It feels like falling really slow
I hear us talk but I don´t know

what has been said?
It scares me so
that in some years
I won´t know you,
you at all

The words are ringing in my head
as failure´s ringing in my soul
Fighting voices in my head,
wishing I were someone else

instead
But it scares me so
that in some years
I won´t know you

But it scares me so
that in some years
you will pass me by without saying hello

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