Monday, March 26, 2007

O God

She hides her pain like the rest of them…That's why she’s always laughing…she’s troubled, she’s brillant and miserable too…That's why she’s so funny…she swallow down all her fears…With a bottle made of silver…she’s only been here for 20 years…But already her life is over…her life is like a fairytale…That nobody believes in…she can't remember anything…Not the people, not that places she has been"…Just one more day you can make it babe"…That's what she tells herself…And everything that she loves in life…It is killing her, coz it's bad for her health…And she needs to unwind…And she wants all the time…To be loved, to unwind~~

tired - yet i cant sleep
wounded - yet i cant weep
sinful - yet i cant pray
o god hear the words i cant say
certain - yet im afraid
leaving - yet ive stayed
faithful - yet untrue
sorrowful - yet not sad
happy - and yet not glad
searching - yet i didnt know the way
o god cant you please teach and lead me day by day?

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