Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense.

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride / from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I / sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I / try to catch them red – handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can’t hold on / when I’m stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I’m lost within
I put on my daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself [myself]
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can’t rely on myself
chorus:
I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in
If I
Turn my back I’m defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on / then they’ll
Take from me ‘till everything is gone
If I let them go I’ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer
[by myself]
How do you think / I’ve lost so much
I’m so afraid / I’m out of touch
How do you expect / I will know what to do
When all I know / Is what you tell me to
Don’t you know
I can’t tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can’t seem to convince myself why
I’m stuck on the outside

[By myself - Linkin park ]

J'voudrais écrire avec de jolis mots, de jolis mots qui font mal.
Ceux qui percutent et blessent, ceux qui vous font ressentir l'espace d'un instant ce ressent celui qui écrit, ceux qui déchires, ceux qui coupent comme une lame sur la peau...
J'voudrais hurler à la face du monde à quel point mon impuissance m'insuporte, à quel point ce vide est détestable...
j'voudrais hurler à la face du monde toutes ces questions sans réponses qui trainent dans ma tête...
J'aimerais arrêter de ternir leur vie en foutant le bordel dans la mienne
J'aimerai tellement de choses...
J'voudrais écrire des jolis mots, des jolis mots pour mes maux.

Mais pour l'instant, une clope pourrait suffir.
A votre bon coeur.
LOL

Comments

[Camille_]

Je n'aurais qu'une question... pourquoi tu le tais, tout ça ?