Fix Me
FunkeR
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no words in the dictionary
can tell you how I feel
no sense in my descriptions
could ever convey to you
that my insides are torn
my brain was laid to waste
and my actions have no meaning
when you returned to my place
so when the evening breaks
and the clouds reveal a sky
you can show me anything
you can show me how I'll die
and all the gutted animals
with the pigs legs on the floor
as the evening starts to fall again
tell me it once more...
why am I such an asshole?
why has it all come to this
why do I spend my life being dumb
when I know deep down I'm better than this
why'd I give you everything
just to take it away the next day
why'd I tell you all my lies
in hopes that you'd believe
or why am I dreaming a dreamless life
through all of my doomed beliefs
I have no idea why I do anything
but I know in my heart
it's because I am broken
can tell you how I feel
no sense in my descriptions
could ever convey to you
that my insides are torn
my brain was laid to waste
and my actions have no meaning
when you returned to my place
so when the evening breaks
and the clouds reveal a sky
you can show me anything
you can show me how I'll die
and all the gutted animals
with the pigs legs on the floor
as the evening starts to fall again
tell me it once more...
why am I such an asshole?
why has it all come to this
why do I spend my life being dumb
when I know deep down I'm better than this
why'd I give you everything
just to take it away the next day
why'd I tell you all my lies
in hopes that you'd believe
or why am I dreaming a dreamless life
through all of my doomed beliefs
I have no idea why I do anything
but I know in my heart
it's because I am broken
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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"Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
I don't even know how to gather the pieces nevermind figure out how they should work together.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
relating like you can't believe.
i'd love to tell you why you are such an asshole.
love,
f
i know the feeling. that's the challenge, though, isn't it?
WORDS TO ME AND YOU
Forget those words,
forget the word love,
for example,
it was invented by someone
to describe
the incredible feelings he felt
but did you feel them?
did you feel that?
did you feel that feelings?
the word love was
his invention,
his definition,
of his feelings
and now you are trying
to suit your feelings
to that word
you are trying to express
your feelings
in a stranger's word
you are trying to press
to force
your feelings
into a stranger's word
into a word that is not yours
that possibly could be yours
if you fill it with life
but even then
your life
your feelings
would blow up
the word
from the inside*
forget these words
they are not yours
write your own words
they will be
(your joy,) your cure.
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*coincidence: this reminded me of BLOW UP THE OUTSIDE WORLD from SOUNDGARDEN
INSPIRATION:
Fix Me (from FunkeR)
no words in the dictionary
can tell you how I feel
no sense in my descriptions
could ever convey to you
that my insides are torn
my brain was laid to waste
and my actions have no meaning
when you returned to my place
so when the evening breaks
and the clouds reveal a sky
you can show me anything
you can show me how I'll die
and all the gutted animals
with the pigs legs on the floor
as the evening starts to fall again
tell me it once more...
why am I such an asshole?
why has it all come to this
why do I spend my life being dumb
when I know deep down I'm better than this
why'd I give you everything
just to take it away the next day
why'd I tell you all my lies
in hopes that you'd believe
or why am I dreaming a dreamless life
through all of my doomed beliefs
I have no idea why I do anything
but I know in my heart
it's because I am broken
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
Well, what can i say... i think it's kind of funny, strange and... it just makes me smile...