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Engel Céline

The pain I feel today



Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.

Maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged.

Whatever it was, I know it’s because:

we are the youth of the nation.

He was never really one of the guys, no matter how hard he tried.

Probably often thought of suicide.

 

People say goodbye in their own special way.

When I heard your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside.

I thought I saw the devil that night.

 

You ran away because we were not what you found.

But if you loved us, why did you leave us?

Take our bodies, take our souls.

Everything will change, nothing remains the same.

No one’s perfect but everyone’s to blame.

 

All I want is nothing more to hear you knocking at my door.

Because if I can see your face once more, I could die a happy girl I’m sure.

Take me back to the night we met, so I could tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do.

And then I could tell myself not to ride along with you.

 

Because every breath that I’ve been taken since you left, feels like a waste on me.

But I hope I never lose the bruises you left behind.

Maybe I’m just blinded by the brighter side of what we had because it’s gone.

 

I lay in tears in my bed all night cause all I think of, is you right now.

You’re in my veins and I cannot get you out.

You’re all I taste at night inside of my mouth.

 

Never thought this would make me bleed.

I’m just so fucking depressed; I can’t seem to get out this fall.

I start to lose my sense of humour because everything feels so intense.

I’m getting all anxious, not at all courageous.

Just don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you.

 

I’m looking for a trail to follow.

Maybe I'm waking up by now.

I’ll be a better girl one day.

I’ll be good for all the times that I couldn’t.

For all the innocence that I doubt and for all the perfection that I doubt.

I’ll be good and I’ll love the world like I should.

 

The pain I feel today, hurts me now and ceases with the time.

To touch something real might help me heal.


 




Envoyé: 18:21 Sat, 2 March 2019 par: Engel Céline