Es stimmt, was die Leute sagen - das Leben ist ungerecht, vor allem zu Dir. Und ich kann Dir nur einen Trost bieten: Was Du in all dem Leid und der Einsamkeit zustande bringst, wird Deine Verzweiflung und unsere Grausamkeit bei weitem überdauern.[...]So gesehen, werden wir auf lange Sicht alle gewinnen. Und deshalb entschuldige ich mich im Namen aller, denen Du jemals begegnen wirst, im voraus für allen Kummer, den wir Dir bereiten werde. Dir stehen harte Zeiten bevor, Kleiner. Du bist gewarnt.

Donnerstag, 16. April 2009

It's ok - land of talk


It's Okay,
I don't even cry
all I think about is a memory 
and the dream when you kissed my arm
as I look away, won't hear what I say

That maybe when I die
I get to be a car 
driving in the night
lighting up the dark.
there's something in your voice
that sparks a little hope
I'll wait up for that noise
your voice becomes my home

One way road, don't care what I find
A little thunder's good, I thought maybe you would
but it's okay, we all feel left out
sometimes growing up, it can get you down.

I give you something that no one's going to give you
my sleepin' skin and my heart deep down in you
I'll never tell you, but you're my little scar
Goodbyes are hard and they're hard and they're hard 

Maybe when I die
I get to be a car 
driving in the night
Lighting up the dark
Something in your voice
sparks a little hope
I'll wait up for that noise
your voice becomes my home.

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