I'm holding on so tightly now, my insides scream so loud. They keep watchin', watchin' me drown. How did it come to this? Throw it all away, throw it all away. I keep on screaming, but there's really nothing left to say. So get away, just get away. I keep on fighting, but I can't keep going on this way. I can't keep going, can't keep going on like this. They make me sick and I get so sick of it, cuz they won't let me, they won't let me breathe. Why can't they let me be? Why can't they let me be, why don't I know what I am? I force this hate into my heart, cuz it's my only friend. My lips are sewn shut, I watch myself bleed. They push and pull and it's killing me within. My heartbeat stumbles and my backbone crumbles. I feel is it real as the lynch mob doubles. They want blood and they'll kill for it, drain me and they'll kneel for it. Burn me at the stake, met the devil, made the deal for it. Guillotine dreams, yeah their guillotine gleams, the blood of their enemies, watchin' while they sentence me. Sentencing ceased, sentence deceased and watch them bask in the glory of their holy disease. I keep on running, I keep on running, but I can't keep going on this way.
“Wissen Sie, was das Beste ist an den gebrochenen Herzen?”, fragte die Bibliothekarin.
Ich schüttelte den Kopf.
“Dass sie nur ein einziges Mal wirklich brechen können. Alles andere sind bloß Kratzer.”
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