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"It's a nice way, I think
To wake up with you
A nice way
I'm separated from you."

I worry that I can't give you what you need
That you'll find nothing underneath the peel
That I can't undo the times we disagreed
That I can't ignore the way I feel

'Cos what I feel is the only truth I know
And I get by on this naivete of youth

If what I feel is the only truth
And what I give out will make up what I'll receive
Can I leave behind my naivete of youth?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
I believe

Could you hold us up if I would drag us down?
Resurrect emotions from our past
And if they had a king for fools would you wear the crown?
Build us up again and make us last

'Cos what I feel is the only truth for me
And I get by on this naivete of youth

If what I feel is the only truth
And what I give out will make up what I'll receive
Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?

And if we don't worry about a thing
Will we be sorry when the rain is falling again
And what does it matter
If fortune should favor
It's never the final amen

If what I feel is the only truth
And what I give out will make up what I'll receive
Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
I believe


-Poets of the Fall

The sink is filled with water
Splashing down to my feet.
Water tastes like petrol.
God, theyÂ’d love this scene.

I am a suicide without a cause
A death without the press
A virus without a meaning
A love without the lovers.

They told me,
lifeÂ’s rough
But they forgot to mention,
the sun always takes its own.
They ask me,
whyÂ’d you do something like this?
But fuck,
since when IÂ’ve had the answers?

This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me
I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The Califonia sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me
I wanted to believe in all the words I was speaking
as we moved together in the dark
Ad all the friends that I was telling, all the playful misspellings
and every bite I made that left a mark
As tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises
that you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did I that day
All I see are dark gray clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you'd ask, Is something wrong?
I'd think, You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now
No, we can't talk about it now
So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant somethin so much more
But it was vile and it was cheap
And you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me

- DCFC