MY OWN WONDERLAND

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

We'll be the worst of best friends

It is cool to fear somentimes
but as you waste all this time running
the remaining ashes tend to disappear somehow

and you leave your true self on the dinning table
most days Im missing you
but you dont want to hear about that

and you get paranoid
and you waste away inside
and you get stuck on the same place I left you

please don't die today
please don't leave me with a body full of hate today
please come back for me today
but you are not

I see everything flying around
I see living things passing us by
I see you slip and fall again
I see you fai

Im closing the curtains now...
I don't think you'll be ever reaching home again
I don't feel we'll be ever reaching home today...

and I cant lead you there
not If you dont want me to
but it's just a waste of us
but it's just a waste of life

and as Im waiting for your soul to come around
and as Im waiting to feel joy once in a while
as Im waiting I feel I can barely stand
it is hard...
it is hard for you to come?

and we are the only ones who seem to be appart
and we are the only ones that feel that we can leave without
and we are the only ones that are still crying tonight
and Im the only one who seems to know your heart

I can't hold you
I can't stand this anymore
I can't hold you
I can't choose you
not right now

and still you whisper
that you will never love again
you lose
and you will never try again
desires are trapped within your will
your need are locked away inside and still
your heart is in a cage
you deal with it
but your heart cant live inside a cage
you lie but still
your heart is within a cage
you say you swear is true
but still it is a cage...

Friday, September 3, 2010

A veces



A veces tiemblo
las cuchillas de tu voz
todavía se sienten en mi cuerpo
A veces lloro
la ambigüedad de tu discurso me envuelve
 y sopla como viento
A veces corro
Los recuerdos de tu ira me persiguen
y sufro cuando ya no t siento

A veces miento
cada día, a cada hora,
cuando digo que estoy bien...

Quiero paz y quiero amor
quiero una caricia y no un falso fervor.
Quiero sentir, creer y soñar
y quiero que por todo esto nadie me quiera lastimar.

Estoy cansada de proteger mi alma
estoy cansada de callar para vivir en calma
estoy cansada de esconder mis deseos
y que mis esperanzas se alimenten siempre con veremos
no es justo que se me condene por mis sueños
y que se me odie por la fe y por el amor
decime ciega, decime tonta, deci lo que quieras
pero no seria tan así, si algún día en verdad me sintieras.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Head Full of Ghosts

 Your head is full of ghosts... and Im the one getting haunted...



I stand around at american weddings
I stand around for family
At my best when I’m terrorist inside
At my best when it’s all me

I was there when they took all the people
I was alone in a mental revine
You breathe life when you break the walls down
You breathe life when you set me free

Where is my head
Where are my bones
Why are my days so far from home?
Where is my head
Where are my bones
Can you save me from myself?

Free thinking renegade social
Missed the moon, the man and now
In a slip stream of my poseferities?
I got the boat so we don’t drown

These are the days that are split down the middle
No words to calm me down
Be sure that what you dream of
Won’t come to hunt you out

Where is my head?
Where are my bones?
Why are my days so far from home?
Ghost man
Where is my head
Where are my bones
How come we get so lost?
Ghost man
Where is my head
Where are my bones
Can you save me from myself?
Can you save me from myself?

I stand around at american weddings
I stand around for family
At my best when I’m terrorist inside
At my best when it’s all me

Ghost man
How come we get so lost?
Ghost man