The past and the infinite sadness

Tror jag skrev den här när jag var full.. men iaf.. lägger upp den ändå.

Memories that did not exist

and the thought of my future punched me with its fist.

Insisted to break my bones

because I always failed.

Always, nothing matters, always, hearing their laughers.


And I hoped to find hope

but it was always there.

Waited for better times

but it never came.

Always, always away, always, always delayed.


Locked the door and swallowed the key

for what's in it for me?

Drown the sorrow with nicotine, serotonin, a lot a drinkin', time that I was killin'.

Nothing matters..


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Postat av: Sophia

var du full när du skrev den? imponerandeeee!

2008-02-04 @ 23:47:16
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