sábado, junho 15, 2002

MÚSICA. OU POESIA, SEI LÁ. DOR. INSÔNIA. MERDA.

Laine girl, Laine girl
All alone in your big blue bed
Heart almost break in two
Can you still have hope to mend it?
Loneliness is real
The pain you feel
Years pass by, Laine girl

"Will I have more silver in my hair
And lines in my face
And still lay asleep at night
With no one at my side?"

Laine girl, Laine girl
Writing lines on the dark of your bedroom
So to not forget the pain
Is it all the same of the other nights?
Who will know the pain
that is inside your eyes?

Laine girl, Laine girl
Silver in your red dyed hair
Can't give you peace at midnight
Dreadfully waking from frightening dreams
No one is there to hold you dear
The cry dies in the mouth
You have no right to choke in tears

Laine girl, Laine girl
So little in your little life
Tears and sobs over your pillow
Daydreaming of peace and oblivion
in the middle of dark

Laine girl, Laine girl
Making poetry from all the lies they told you
Making art with all the pain you've gotten through
You did believe all your life when they said you
Crazy, loonie, looser, you should die
Oh, you even, even tried
"But what sense makes if you
want to know the end of the story
and you're not there?"

You can hide behind happiness pills
Untill the night it comes again
Eyes wide open, heart pounding fast
Laine girl, and the emptyness
Oh, the emptyness

Laine girl, you pray until the end
To rest in peace, to die, to live
To love without breaking your heart again
But you're feeling so old baby,
So lonely baby

Laine girl, Laine girl
The story never comes to an end
If you don't write it
Open your eyes and let time pass by
Close your eyes, dry your face and wait
Laine girl, is it just all the same?

Making little suicides
Smoking clove cigarettes
Just because they make you die
Laine girl, dreaming of love
healing, rescue, cure, finish it

Waking alone in your big blue bed
Loneliness is real
The pain you feel
Writing lines in the dark
Is it all the same? All the same?

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