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Sadness is just an old and boring book.
Love is a cheap magazine
With a photo of a beauty queen,
But its articles every day a bit destroy me…
I want to burn it all;
I want my library to fall!
I do not want to see the past,
I want to change my fate fast!
Her image must be smashed,
All knowledge about her must turn to ash,
And my heart will never again clash!
Alas, no matter how hard I try,
Even if everything is gone,
She is still there…
I wanted to grow old with youI wanted to grow old with you:More Like This
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
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I'm only walking on shattered glass.
I only have to step in it every day;
I ever liked you
Ever wanted you
Ever needed you
Next to me...
But each painful crunch is a reminder
Of why I cared for you
Why I liked you
And why I went so far only to have it
All shatter and break benath my feet.
So if you ask me how I'm doing
I'll say I'm fine
While gritting my teeth
At the pain of the shattered glass.