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If I stay, I will only be unhappy in here, so iÂ’ll think i go now.
I will always love you all, but i think iÂ’ve got to go now.
Sweet memories is all iÂ’m taking with me so please dont cry, itÂ’s better this way.
DonÂ’t be mad for me, this is maybe selfish, but i think i just canÂ’t stay here anymore.
Only what i was asking for all of you, is a big hug, and feeling that somebody loves me.
All i want, is that there are always someone who hug me when i need a hug.

But everybody just broke my heart.

All the time when somebody said “i love you” or “i care about you” it was a lie.
And every time when i hear that, my heart broke.

I just have a feeling that no matter what i do, it was not enough.

IÂ’m not a good mother.
IÂ’m not a good daughter.
IÂ’m not a good sister.
IÂ’m not a good friend.
IÂ’m not a good wife.
IÂ’m not a good lover.

And specially, iÂ’m someone you just canÂ’t love. At least you said so...

IÂ’m enough for... Nothing...?

Here i sit in a dark livingroom, thinking how i want to die.
Car accident?
Under a train?
With drugs?
Or maybe i slit my wristÂ’s?

No, itÂ’s none of those...

I die for sadness..

But not yet.....

I give one chance for life. But is a last one...

I am a coward. I scared death. Or no,i dont fear death itself, iÂ’m afraid that i die without experience of real love.

Before i die, i need someone who say “i love you” and really mean it..
And i need someone who won’t say “go away” when i cuddle up under arm.
I need someone who is faithful just for me.
I need true friend.
I need someone who is mine bedrock.
I need someone who take care of me when i tire for all of this.
I need to be loved.
Is that too much to ask?

The end

The songwriterÂ’s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become
Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamerÂ’s hideaway
I cannot cry Â’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God save me
I cannot cry Â’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there and then
These meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamerÂ’s hideaway
I cannot cry Â’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God save me
I cannot cry Â’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world

Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free

Tuck me in
Beneath the blue
Beneath the pain
Beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

IÂ’m afraid, so afraid, of being raped
Again and again and again
I know I will die alone, but loved
You live long enough to hear the sound of guns
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
And if you want
Live long enough to see your friends betray you
Years have I been strapped unto this altar
Now I only have three minutes and counting
I just wish the tide would catch me first
And give me a death
I always longed for

Second robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in Hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned upon this altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamerÂ’s hideaway
I cannot cry Â’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God save me
I cannot cry Â’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
A whore for the cold world
A whore for the cold world

Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day
The music he wrote had too long been without silence
He was found naked and dead
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text

Save me!

Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such ocean's within
In the end
I will always love you

The beginning

miksi??

Die Nacht öffnet ihren Schoß
Das Kind heißt Einsamkeit
Es ist kalt und regungslos
Ich weine leise in die Zeit

Ich weiß nicht wie du heißt
Doch ich weiß, dass es dich gibt
Ich weiß dass irgendwann
Irgendwer mich liebt

He comes to me every night
No words are left to say
With his hands around my neck
I close my eyes and pass away

I don't know who he is
In my dreams he does exist
His passion is a kiss
And I cannot resist

Ich warte hier
Don't die before I do
Ich warte hier
Stirb nicht vor mir

I don't know who you are
I know that you exist
-Stirb nicht-
Sometimes love seems so far
-Ich warte hier-
Your love I can't dismiss

Ich warte hier

Alle Häuser sind verschneit
Und in den Fenstern Kerzenlicht
Dort liegen sie zu zweit
Und ich, ich warte nur auf dich

Ich warte hier
Don't die before I do
Ich warte hier
Stirb nicht vor mir

I don't know who you are
I know that you exist
-Stirb nicht-
Sometimes love seems so far
-Ich warte hier-
Your love I can't dismiss
-Stirb nicht vor mir-

kiitos kaikesta mitä sulta sain.. annoit paljon enemmän kun ikinä arvaatkaan.. ikävä tulee suuri mutta enköhän tästä selviä kaiken sulta saadun hyvän avulla...

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TURKULAINEN AVIOLIITTO

Avioliitto..
Naine heräs keskel yät ja huomas, et häne ukkos ei ollu häne viärelläs nukkumas. Naine men alakertta ettimä miästäs. Hää löys miähe keittiös pöyrä äärest istumast, kahvikuppi käres ja syvis miätteis tuijottamas eres oleva seinä. Naine näk, ku miäs pyyhkäs kyynele silmäkulmastas ja hörppäs sen jälkke kulaukse kaffet.
"Mikä sul nyy ?" naine kysys: "Minkä takja sää tääl ole keskel yät?"
Ukko kattos kahvikuppias: "Muistaksää, ku mee seurusteltti 20 vuat takaperi ja sää oli vaa 16?"

"Juu kyl mää muista" vaimo vastasi.

"Muistaksää, ku sun isäs sai meijä kiin ku me rakasteltti mun pikkufiiati takapenkil?"
"Juu, kyl mää muista" vaimo vastas ja istus ukkos viäre.
Ukko jatko: "Muistaksää, ku sun isäs tunki hauliko mun naamasan kiin ja sanos": "Joko sää viäs mun tyttären vihil tai mää lähetä sut vankila kahrekskymmeneks vuareks?"
"Voi kyl mää senki muista," vaimo vastas pehmiäl äänel.
Ukko pyyhkäs toisenki kyynele silmästäs ja sanos: "Mää olisi päässy tänäpä pois vankilast".

Muistatko sinä, joka juuri luet tätä tekstiä ja tunnet minut (esim. omistat puhelinnumeroni, olet paras kaverini, olet joskus jutellut kanssani jne.)
MITEN TAPASIMME? Minä muistan (ehkä!) mutta muistatko sinä?
Ole kiltti ja kommentoi että tiedän sinun muistelleen meidän kaveruuttamme :)
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