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you can take your time,
you can dance in my mind,
i cant help but get everything wrong from time to time.
and time to time turns to days to weeks
to the point i cant say what i am feelin for fear of feelin to weak,
then distasters strikes,
and all to often i cant rember,
the black outs are all to often the only thing from a weekend,
and im lost and what can i say.
cheer up,
you could be worse off and you know it.
but it doesnt matter time after time,
and tonight it's you on my mind.

So.....

There is more to life then a empty glass,
More to the weekend then chasen good times and lovers lips,
More to me then you.
Everyday is the end of the world,
And The bottem of the glass offers no clues.
Every time you leave me a little less,
But i still come back for more of the same,
So who is to blame?
Whos name is on my biten lips tonight?
And I'm sure you heard it all before and more or less the same.
But I cant help think too much of too little.
Its driven me mad were are you?
A heavy head is but a drowning weight.
A brainstorm of a nothing more then a broken rose,
And I still come back for more.
But tonight i fear I cant even see past the door,
There is a world outside but not for the likes of i.
I am lost,
and sadly as much as I wish you would,
you wont find me at the bottem of this empty glass.

I dont know what to do, or were to go. With noone to talk to I fear this could be the end!

When does the pain stop?
What to do with the sound of these tickin clocks?
Were can i finaly find some rest?
What becomes of the forgotten, unloveable and or tired/stressed?
I'm lookin for a way out, a hint a clue.
But I though i would take some time out and write a message to you........

Be careful not to catch a cold from the ice that once was your soul.
A burden of unexpected weight, and dust settled gray.
I often wonder whats the point
when I cant stop the bad times from taken the good away.
I cant lie,
I miss the feelin that things could get better
like when your young and dont know any better.
But as the wether gets colder its ture
I know things wont change and to top it all off my feet are cold and wet too

Always On the Run...

I went to far and knew I couldnt return,
but i kept a strand of your hair
because deep in my heart I knew I would never learn.
So I follow the sound of my defeat,
the sound of a broken heart tryin to beat!

It hard to let go, when there is nothing to hold on too,
im confused tryin to make wrong right.
But as ever not tonight,
as we pass like strangers who never knew.
time passed quicker and now tho the blood runs thick
i need it more then i can admit too.

The problem with liven is if noone is loven you
who do you turn too?
How do you know if its a cry for help?
Were do you go to dry when your cold and wet?

rly?

Rember the time,
Rember its curse,
feelin the amerca dream isnt all thats its worth.
a fallin leaf, a sudden cry,
I need help and I cant tell anyone why!
For tbh i dont even know,
so only time will tell,
tho we dont have time on our side.
and I cant help but think wrong,
because right seems to far away.
liven for the weekend
as the day to day isnt liven up to its worth today.
and there seems no way out, confused and lost in dout.
lookin for a way out, but its just to far to be alone with you,
what can i say im confused.

two sides of the coin

Heads

i wanna dance, i wanna laught, want to live and make memories with friend who are class, want to go out and never return home, never sleep never feel alone. never forgot the night we cant really rember, another weekend another distaster such is life for those who push a little bit harder.

Tails

want to feel bless never a little less, a little bit over the edge, no more a weight on my chest, want to rest, to be able to sleep at night no more the walls closen in and no more reasons to hide, feel like im on for more then a ride, no more a one night stand i want to take a stand and be able to love and feel real inside! but tonights just like any other night.

bourboncreams & bad dreams, im missin my shadow im missin my self its now a question of mental health rewrite.

what is love but a stranger to help fight the demons
what is trust but a hopefull heart
what was she but a glorfryed one nite stand with plans.
broken expections and stealin blue skys to be true.
gray water i sould know better
but im really not old in heart to be sure.
watchin waves break the surface what use i am if im honest.
put douts away but when broke back out are even more.
im not playin these arnt toy guns im shotin for the heart
i need to be true. i need you.
im breaken rules in need to mend a broken heart,
were are you tonight?
tryin to fix wrongs that i cant get right
and i just need to feel the skin of another while i sleep tonight.
we dont need to beat the drum just hold me tight,
let me feel your heartbeat pretend i got it right.
its the wrong time for this,
it was the right fix and now i need it more then i can face.
put away the broken dream,
these things get out of hand and i will be damed
but i am but a man, i cant help get it wrong at times.
so put away the guns lets not fight.
lets pretend tonight.
put the feelins on hold.
i scared for what i dont know.
a man size pack of tissuse wont help.
i need to see your soul. back you over and see your all.
this isnt right,
i cant stop how i feel tho it might lead to more wrong.
we dont need to beat the drum,
i just need to fall asleep next to someone.
and im thinkin of how i could put the world to right
but i cant even help myself lest not tonight.
i cant even get it right, even if you'd give a fuck tonight.
old ghost wont rest they eye me in my dark skin of night.
the dark skin of shame burnin old flames just for what i need tonight.
im pointin the gun at someone i souldnt
but your not here to see it.
your not here to feel it,
and for all i could wish its not going to happen.
i said to much now i cant kiss your good self no more.
i said to little now your gone and its dark,
but the cold is good and wat do you want me to do?
i mean serouly do you even think of me.
im strung out lookin the water dephs. the bottem offers clues.
the sinkin feelin offers help.
the water offers a excape. the water cools.
but im a sucker for a sob story and im sucker for love too.
but tonight nothing will do
and i know there is no point waken in anothers bed
cause its still you i will be thinkin of when it gets uncomfortable after releasen the hounds,
when we get no holds barred.
when im left for dead....
when i tell another lover what i should be telling you..