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Insane

Contributed by April90 on Thursday, 15th January 2009 @ 06:50:47 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



The day is revealing its new morning face,
And I've disappeared - without a trace,
Without a sound, without a sign,
As you'll never care. Well, dear, it's fine.
I left half to midnight for reasons unknown
To make half the way to nowhere by dawn.
I come back to earth or I drown in your eyes -
Oh well, I've decided.

I'm trying to flee
To weaken the ties
Before I get sober,
Before I think twice.
I can't justify it, I'll never explain
Why something desired brings so much pain.
It's my turn to quit,
Hope you don't understand it.

This theme is forbidden, and so is my song.
Your arms are somewhere I'll never belong.
It's to complicated for my plain mindset.
I've given up something I won't ever get.
My thoughts are immoral, my thoughts are profane,
I save you from me - I'm becoming insane.
I quit this false game, or I break all the rules.
Oh well, I've decided.

I'm trying to flee
To weaken the ties
Before I get sober,
Before I think twice.
I can't justify it, I'll never explain
Why something desired brings so much pain.
It's my turn to quit,
Hope you don't understand it.

I think no one knows what I'm getting at -
You don't know to whom all these words have been said.
I just press "escape" - you won't see me again.
I think I've decided - I'm not that insane.




Copyright © April90 ... [ 2009-01-15 06:50:47]
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Re: Insane (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 15th January 2009 @ 07:49:35 AM AEST
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I like it very much... good poemmm
thanks
cheers




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