"Sparkling grey through my own veins: any more than a whisper, any sudden movement of my heart. And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away. Just get through this day. Give up your way, you could be anything. Give up my way, and lose myself, not today. That's too much guilt to pay. Sickened in the sun, you dare tell me you love me, but you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die. Honey, you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way. You're just so pretty in your pain. Give up my way and I could be anything. I'll make my own way without your senseless hate! (...) So run (...) and hate me, if it feels good! I can't hear your screams anymore. You lied to me, but I'm older now and I'm not a buying baby. Demanding my response, don't bother breaking the door down. I found my way out and you'll never hurt me again."
domingo, 18 de novembro de 2007
"Out on your own. Cold and alone again. Can this be what you really wanted, baby? Blame it on me, set your guilt free. Nothing can hold you back now. Now that you're gone, I feel like myself again, grieving the things I can't repair and willing. To let you blame it on me and set your guilt free, I don't want to hold you back now, love. I can't change who I am. Not this time, I won't lie to keep you near me, and, in this short life, there's no time to waste on giving up. My love wasn't enough and you can blame it on me. Just set your guilt free, honey! I don't want to hold you back now, love!"