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I fall on my kneesSkriv ut Utskrift
En lyrisk tekst, dikt, sangtekst, om de tingene jeg strever med.
Engelsk - DiktForfatter:



Just another nightmare. Just another tear. So little sleep and so much to fear.

I barry my head in the pillow and wait for the morning to come.

I know it's supposed to bring new chances, maybe it'll give me one.

A new day's my gift. A sun blinding my eye..I drag the curtains so they cover the sky.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor.

I cry out;

Is there anyone I can trust, a reason live anymore?

I'm tired of trying and all I can think of is falling asleep.

Maybe I'll be lucky, and drown in the night...maybe, if my dreams get too deep.

 

I am chased by my own shadowes.. a girl who sais she's a friend.

I know she is not, couse' the doctors told me.. and they said she might kill in the end.

Still I keep on listening to her depressive voice.. to her screaming and shouting orders.

Yes, I live my life based on rules. On rules and lies and borders.

My inside is empty.. it is for the best. At least that's what I was told.

My heart is uncontrolled and my body need rest. If I keep on like this I will never grow old.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor

I cry out;

Is there anyone I can trust, a reason to live anymore?

I'm tired of running and all I can think of is eating.

Maybe I stay strong and get to my goal.. the question's whether my heart will be beating.

 

I see your lips are moving, and I listen to your voice.

Still I am not focusing, or hearing anything but noice.

The world is spinning way to fast, and my head is way to slow.

My body's lack of energy is hard to cover now.

Suddenly it all grows black and nothing does excist. I fall into the grown as my legs starts to resist.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor

I cry out;

Is there anyone I can trust, a reason to live anymore?

I'm tired of having to make my opinion and all I can think of is nothing.

I just want to lay down on the floor, never have to care of anything.

 

 

There are persons out there who hunt to kill, and wishes me nothing but harm.

When those persons suddenly show up in my life there is no place thats safe and warm.

Oh, have you ever known my real life, and not just what you see.

I can promise the show woun't be over for me just becouse I beg it to be.

I try to stay calm and remain my mind, but I'm seconds away from freaking out.

Again, if I do.. I cannot save myself, it will not help if I scream and shout.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor

I cry out;

Is there anyone I can trust, a reason to live anymore?

I'm so tired of hiding and all I can think of is surrending.

But if I do, it is no doubt or question, it will surely be my very ending.

 

I'm no longer sure if there is any reason to forgive and trust and believe.

All I have learned is that others might not, and there might be no reason and no recieve.

I believe there is a God, but sometimes I feel left behind, maybe I'm just overseen.

I know God is loving and allmighty.. and I keep thinking that he isn't mean.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor

I cry out;

Is there anyone I can trust, a reason to live anymore?

I feel used and dirty like a trashcan no one loves. All I can think of is my sins.

I keep asking for forgiveness, but still it allways feels like it's the devil who wins.

 

 

Some people doesn't take no for an answer. They do not own respect.

They are the poeple who don't stop if you scream, They don't care of the life-threathing effect.

They don't know the difference of want and need. They don't care if you beg or pleed.

One night of dispose and use, a lifetime ruined by their lack of refuse.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor

I cry out;

Is there anyone I can trust, a reason to live anymore?

I keep looking for them and I fear every car with that color.

I even hide in my hood and try blending in, I try to look smaller.

 

She tells me to fight harder. She tells me I'm not good enough.

And when my eyes meets the mirror.. I hate what I see, it's so tough.

She screams at me becouse I failed.. she reaches out for the knife.

She lockes my hand around it, like she wishes to end my life.

 

Red drops in a white sink. A tattoo made with no ink. Lines and letters on my arm. The burning pain, it kills her harm.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor

I cry out;

Is there anyone I can trust, a reason to live anymore?

I'm so tired of living my life based on lies and all I can think of is crying.

Theyr'e all telling me to stop, but she's telling me to fight.. it woun't stop

as long as no one hears our purifying dreams of flying as i'm slowly dying.

 

Then finally.

I thought I'd found the one true love. I put my last living heart-piece on him.

He took it, said thank you and gave me a kiss... then he dissapeared in the wind.

Just like that, our love ment nothing. At least thats the value I had.

I tried one last time to stay positive and «normal», now I'm crushed and sad.

 

I fall on my knees and as my hands hit the floor

I cry out;

Blood and bones. Pictures and lies. Sins heavy as stones. Fireflies...refuse and fail, Red bracelet and a harsh voice... mean boys and no choice... screams of fear and wishes of hope.. in the darkest nights, it's hard to cope...




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