måndag 7 september 2009

run baby run...

ledig dag..

a, rätt seg men a ja överlever.
träning om typ 2 timmar så jag håller ut.
har lite viktiga stuff att göra med som ja snart ska sluta skjuta upp.
hittade lite gammalt kraffs när ja röjde lite nu, bland annat en dikt och en låttext jag för inte så längesen skrev ner på tåget.. det var inte en av mina ljusaste stunder i livet. rätt besviken var jag. kan säkert läsas till på mina inlägg misstänker jag med, där i - a vad kan de va - maj?
here we go.

The End
.
You know that I love you
and that I appreciate you,
but this nonsens must come to an end.
I know that your intentions are good
and that you never meant to hurt me,
but this nonsens must come to an end.
It must come to an end.

I've been strong and I've always measured to endure it,
but this nonsens must come to an end.
I've tried to carry our honor
and through it all I've held my head high,
but this nonsens must come to an end.
It must come to an end.

We are like a train heading for the horizon,
but we never seem to get any closer.
The things you do in good faith,
only causes the repulsion which puts the world between us,
since you never allow yourself to move on.
I don't want this to be the end.

These past few years have been a relief for both of us,
and the improved bond between us means the world to me,
but this nonsens must come to an end.
Why can't you understand that it is history now,
and that it is time to learn from our previous mistakes?
It must come to an end.

Everyone isn't out there to get you.
Stop sabotaging for yourself.
You are wasting life's precious moments
by not letting the rest of us move on.

We are like a train heading for the horizon,
but we never seem to get any closer.
The things you do in good faith,
only causes the repulsion which puts the world between us,
since you never allow yourself to move on.
I don't want this to be the end.

If you are trying, try harder
and don't make me choose, you'll only lose
because this nonsens must come to an end.

You're hurting, well so are we
but we don't give up because of that.
This nonsens must come to an end.

Onde day uou will understand what you have done
and still doing to me.
You will evetually face what you have,
and above all - what you have lost.
Make me proud.

We are like a train heading for the horizon,
but we never seem to get any closer.
The things you do in good faith,
only causes the repulsion which puts the world between us,
since you never allow yourself to move on.
I don't want this to be the end.

You know I could never leave you,
but we will always carry the scars.
Make this come to an end.

jag tillägger ingenting där.
en vacker dag kanske ni får höra den :)

Mållös
.
Du har lärt mig att stå på mina egna ben,
men du glömde säga att de kunde ta mig vart jag vill i världen.

Du har lärt mig att vara ambitiös och sikta högt,
men du glömde tillägga att det finns gränser,
och att priset ibland är väl högt.

Du har lärt mig att vara stark och att aldrig ge upp,
men någonstans på vägen utelämnade du vad som var värt att kämpa för.

och nu till lite andra budskap jag läst eller hört någonstans.
detta är lite lustig omväxling.
variation förnöjer.
det är kanske en sida av mig ni inte känner till.
skit i de, poesi is the shit.

"... if your love were a grain of sand,
mine would be a universe of beaches."
-William Goldman, The princess bride.

"Att aldrig ångra något som en gång fått dig att le"
- vet ej källan


Tänk till,

S.

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