Red dawn
As you are falling
Somebody's waiting for you
Down on the ground
Where the pictures of burning fire
Always shine
Here comes the dawning...
...Don't hesitate
Don't be afraid
There is always a chance when the day
Arise and tells you where
To turn
I'm worried. With good reason. And it affects me.
This not having a voice was driving me insane, and still is, so I haven't been in a good mood lately. Now this. All of this. It's just... I'm sick of trying to be strong.
Well, I'm back on my pessimistic side for sure. Oh, I was so happy before, christmas closing in. I love christmas... And the festivites went fine, even if I got a bit annoyed. It was still fun. After that everything started to annoy me. I'm easily affected by things that go on around me.
Can't you see how he is? Why is love so blinding sometimes? What on earth do you see in him??
I know... I know you don't see it see it the way I do. There are many things we don't see the same way, but I'm trying so hard to explain to you, but it just turns out wrong, doesn't it?
Where is she? How is she? What on earth made her write a thing like that? I always thought she was the strong one. But maybe not showing any feelings isn't exactly good for you either. She's on my mind now, and until I hear that someone has spoken to her or seen her I won't be able to think about much else. Wish she would stop making herself so unavailable all the time. It just makes me worried... So worried.
Oh, my small little issues seem very small indeed right now.
Every single thing brings a little sadness to my mind, and some, with good reason, bring a bit more sadness, and combined it all gives me an overwelming feeling... Crying yourself to sleep is a bit hard on you when you got a cold.
Somebody's waiting for you
Down on the ground
Where the pictures of burning fire
Always shine
Here comes the dawning...
...Don't hesitate
Don't be afraid
There is always a chance when the day
Arise and tells you where
To turn
I'm worried. With good reason. And it affects me.
This not having a voice was driving me insane, and still is, so I haven't been in a good mood lately. Now this. All of this. It's just... I'm sick of trying to be strong.
Well, I'm back on my pessimistic side for sure. Oh, I was so happy before, christmas closing in. I love christmas... And the festivites went fine, even if I got a bit annoyed. It was still fun. After that everything started to annoy me. I'm easily affected by things that go on around me.
Can't you see how he is? Why is love so blinding sometimes? What on earth do you see in him??
I know... I know you don't see it see it the way I do. There are many things we don't see the same way, but I'm trying so hard to explain to you, but it just turns out wrong, doesn't it?
Where is she? How is she? What on earth made her write a thing like that? I always thought she was the strong one. But maybe not showing any feelings isn't exactly good for you either. She's on my mind now, and until I hear that someone has spoken to her or seen her I won't be able to think about much else. Wish she would stop making herself so unavailable all the time. It just makes me worried... So worried.
Oh, my small little issues seem very small indeed right now.
Every single thing brings a little sadness to my mind, and some, with good reason, bring a bit more sadness, and combined it all gives me an overwelming feeling... Crying yourself to sleep is a bit hard on you when you got a cold.
You got your head in your hands
Where are you now
Where are you now
Tell me
Are you scratching your eyes
Are you torn up inside
Let it see
Did your walls tumble down
Did they push you around to much
Have you nothing to say
Are you running away from the touch
Haven't written much here lately, I know. Maybe because I got some stuff off my chest. Told you that all I needed was you. And honestly, I haven't been in a state where I think about things... Being sick just makes you think about not wanting to be sick, and how unfair it is.
The pressure is still there.
So much to do. Too much.
Where are you now
Tell me
Are you scratching your eyes
Are you torn up inside
Let it see
Did your walls tumble down
Did they push you around to much
Have you nothing to say
Are you running away from the touch
Haven't written much here lately, I know. Maybe because I got some stuff off my chest. Told you that all I needed was you. And honestly, I haven't been in a state where I think about things... Being sick just makes you think about not wanting to be sick, and how unfair it is.
The pressure is still there.
So much to do. Too much.
