Δευτέρα, 9 Μαρτίου 2009

My throne is there, I'm not.

Trying to collect my thoughts
Seems easier than before
Everything clearer in my head.
Maybe is the drinks that made it
Feeling dizzy among the smoke
My cigarette speaks, not me
I want to scream till my lungs get sore
But I drown my sorrow once again
Help me find the way
I’m helpless without someone to blame
You were always the easy way
But now you seem too far away.
Pour myself into the roads
Headlights make me crawl
Trying to run between the lines
You push me up against the sides.
Dogs barking to me like never before
It’s difficult for me to run along
No heart, no breath, no strength to carry on
My throne is there but I’m not.

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