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Story of a man. Someone you once knew. Someone you once were. Someone you wish you were. Someone you wish you had been.
It all goes round and round and round... in circles.
How can you express yourself when there's so much inside you, waiting to burst?
I want to believe that this life makes sense. I want to believe that we are all here for a reason. I want to believe that this life can be beautiful. I want to feel.
I want to leave my own prison and hope that you'll be here on the outside. Where have all my friends gone? Other lives other continents other wishes other dreams.
Is this all we have
Is this all we get
Is this all we can hope for?
Nothing to feel, nothing to see, empty pages, empty me
Longing for a bottle, craving for a kiss
Nothing is real, it's just time to kill.
Ecouter
Apprendre
Rester
Etre
Vouloir
Pouvoir
Esperer
Vivre
Story of a man. Someone you once knew. Someone you once were. Someone you wish you were. Someone you wish you had been.
It all goes round and round and round... in circles.
How can you express yourself when there's so much inside you, waiting to burst?
I want to believe that this life makes sense. I want to believe that we are all here for a reason. I want to believe that this life can be beautiful. I want to feel.
I want to leave my own prison and hope that you'll be here on the outside. Where have all my friends gone? Other lives other continents other wishes other dreams.
Is this all we have
Is this all we get
Is this all we can hope for?
Nothing to feel, nothing to see, empty pages, empty me
Longing for a bottle, craving for a kiss
Nothing is real, it's just time to kill.
- I'll be in town Thursday evening. Hopefully we can meet up sometime while I'm there. We can talk about how you guys probably are going to see Combichrist while I'm missing them playing in NY (because I'll be in Chicago!)...go figure!