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He runs. He runs more than ever. Faster, harder, stronger. He runs so long that his lungs scream him to stop. But he wonÂ’t stop. Not until the anxiousness in his chest leaves him alone. Not until heÂ’ll be able to breathe properly, without wanting to throw up. His feet ache, and the air burns his throat but he keeps on going, not allowing himself to stop. He hates the sound of his trainers slamming to the ground, he hates everything. He hates himself. He hates the feeling he has, when the carpet is pulled from under him, he hates the person who pulled it.

His insides turn over and force him to stop. And as he heaves over the grass, the contents of his stomach on the ground, he cries. He cries because he knows thereÂ’s no happy ending for this story. ThereÂ’s no forgiveness this time because he canÂ’t make himself say those three words.

IÂ’m so sorry.

He is afraid of saying anything anymore. Not now when all comes out wrong, when an apology could ruin it all.

He starts running again, his body protesting wildly. He shakes all over, tears drying on his face, feet almost giving up. People, who pass him by, give disgusting looks and mutter to their friends that “that man must be out of his mind”. But, oh my, they don’t even have a clue.

Suddenly he realizes where he is. He stops and collapses to the ground, his feet too weak to keep him up anymore. The fear of tomorrow hits him harder than before but heÂ’s too exhausted to care. He watches the house in front of him. Only one window is lit, curtains closed and thereÂ’s some casting shadows to the window. He smiles sadly, as he recognizes the figure. But then again, heÂ’d recognize him just by the sound of his steps.

The smile slowly leaves his face as he hauls himself up, and takes a few steps, as if to test is he strong enough. He glances to the window for the last time before walking away.

ItÂ’s better off this way.

Sad, small, sweet, so delicate
We used to be this dying breed
I got a bad feeling about this
I got a bad feeling about this

You kept still until the long drive home
You slept safe and close to the window...
I got a bad feeling about this
I got a bad feeling about...

Who's to say you'll have to go (I could go all night)
Well say you'll have to go (I could go all...)
To hell with you and all your friends
To hell with you and all your friends, it's on

Sad, small, sure in porcelain
You're skin and bones, I'm a nervous wreck
I got a bad feeling about this (when it comes to this)
I got a bad feeling about this

You kept still until the long drive home
You slept safe and close to the window
I got a bad feeling about this
I got a bad feeling about...

Who's to say you'll have to go (I could go all night)
Well say you'll have to go (I could go all...)
To hell with you and all your friends
To hell with you and all your friends, it's on

I got a bad feeling about this (what is this for?)
I got a bad feeling about...

Anyone will do tonight
Anyone will do tonight
Close your eyes, just settle, settle
Close your eyes, just settle, settle
Anyone will do tonight
Anyone will do tonight
Close your eyes, just settle, settle
Close your eyes, just settle, settle
Anyone (anyone) will do tonight
Anyone (anyone) will do tonight
Close your eyes, just settle, settle
Close your eyes, just settle, settle

Well I got a bad feeling about this,
I got a bad feeling about this (to hell with you and all your friends, it's on).
I'm coming over but it never was enough
I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you
Well I got a bad feeling about this
I got a bad feeling about this (to hell with you and all your friends, it's on)
I'm coming over but it never was enough
I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you
Well I got a bad feeling about this
I got a bad feeling about this (to hell with you and all your friends, it's on)
I'm coming over but it never was enough,
I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you
Well I got a bad feeling about this,
I got a bad feeling about this (in you...).
I'm coming over but it never was enough,
I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you
I got a bad feeling about this,
I got a bad feeling about this (in you...).
I'm coming over but it never was enough
I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you
I got a bad feeling about this,
I got a bad feeling about this,
I got a bad feeling about this (I am you)
I got a bad feeling about this (I am you)
I got a bad feeling about this (I am you)
I got a bad feeling about this (I am you)
I got it bad (I am you)
I got it bad
I got it bad
I got it bad
I got it bad
I got it bad


- A Decade Under The Influence/Taking Back Sunday

Mulla on taas vaihteeks tylsää. Kirjotin eilen koko päivän ja nyt ei vaan toimi enää... Yritin runoilla äsken, mutta uhm... Aika ala-arvosta tuli. Mutta laitanpa sen kuitenkin tähän, haukkukaa tai ihailkaa, rakentavaa palautetta otan aina vastaan.

--

You always say you want to live forever,
but how would you spend your days?

You always say you want to be immortal,
but how could you watch everyone else die?

How could you leave me lying here
With a rock on my chest
Suffocating me and slowly breaking my ribs?

I want to forget all you said.
I want to push you away from me.

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Tiedän.... erittäin angstia, mut niin käy kun mä tylsistyn ja ahdistun samaan aikaan. Tää menee aika vakavaks, mulla on jo niin tylsää, että läksyt alkaa tuntua houkuttelevalta vaihtoehdolta. -.-

Happy Midsummer!!! huoh, niin se kesä vaan menee...