Sunday, November 15, 2009

Depeche Mode

Being slightly indirect using depeche mode:

Please don't speak, you'll only lie. I don't want you to be someone else for me. There is no space for the regrets; I will remember to forget. It's just a question of time....and it's running out for you. It won't be long until you'll do exactly what they want you to do. I know my kind...what goes on in our minds.

Sometimes I cry, sometimes I die...it's true.

I just hang on, suffer well. Sometimes it's hard, it's hard to tell. There's something wrong with me chemically, something wrong with me inherently. I'm still recovering...still getting over all the suffering.

Peace will come to me.

We're damaged people, drawn together by subtleties that we are not aware of. We're flying high, we're watching the world pass us by. Never want to come down, never want to put my feet back down on the ground. I don't want you to change anything you do. I feel loved.

~AM

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