sista föreställningen för mig någonsin under gymnasietiden. jag blev rädd och grät. länge.
ångesten leder med 77-0, deffensiven är helt utslagen. någonting i systemet är fruktansvärt orättvist. tacka vet jag, ja, faktiskt inte mycket alls. studenten kan ju dra dit solen inte skiner. ikväll tror jag mig kunna bli obarmhärtigt full, planen är inte att få huvudet i bitar detta tillfälle, utan snarare väldigt, väldigt små flisor. se det som en varning. typ.
"On bended knee is no way to be free
lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
that all my destinations will accept the one that's me
so I can breath
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
half their lives they say goodnight to wive's they'll never know
got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering
but I'm never what they thought
got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
underneath my being is a road that disappeared
late at night I hear the trees
they're singing with the dead
overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satelite for ever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
guaranteed..."
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