and hold your head up high.
There’s no need to rush
we’re all just waiting, waiting to die.
We celebrate the lives of the dead,
It’s like a man’s best party, only happens when he dies.
i recently listend to music. and recognized: i never listened to it before. even i heard it a thousand times. meanwhile i was in a realtion like the musik: good sound, but no one listened. Just thought, they are listening. Were feeling, oh hell, yes. but not listening, no way.
…in case of sounding depressing again.
Enjoy the snow, hm?!
Hoping a better place is all I need,
with moments of innocence and mystery.
it’s the little things you miss.
Like waking up all alone.