Gabriel
3.9.2002, 12:31:23
Sekavaa, eikö? Varsinkin jos on idioottien ja peelojen ympäröimä. Vihaan englannin tunteja. -_-
My thoughts, I try to gather them,
I feel so strange, so weird, so odd.
I try to think, how to do well.
I try to figure, how would be best.
Never I ment to hurt no one.
But joy can be given to only one.
Now, try to think I, how is best to do.
The enviroment, I let it decide in place of mine.
I'm being torn apart, by my very self.
My imagination, I saw her suffer.
I still know, I saw the truth.
I still know, I can do good.
Now, gather my mind, my thought I try.
To do the best, it's will of mine.
For still, even if wounds stop bleeding...
They still remain, unless I heal them.
Now, trying to think and figure.
I want to do something nice.
But how I can, if I can not.
To be nice to one, is to hurt another.
How can I know, if I do right.
Answer I know, I can not.
For too much I care, and think.
I never ment to make you suffer.
I know that I should not.
But still, after all I DO regret!
WHY am I so failed, so weak?
And I know, I want to make you happy.
Trying to find the good way.
Surrounded am I by jerks and idiots.
Stupid horselaugh on jokes of penis.
Idiotic jell of those stupid things.
I want to think, I want to make you happy.
But to make you happy, it would create suffer.
I can not think, I'm surrounded by jelling jerks.
It is too much to me, I try to think.
Stupidity of those jelling jerks.
It is too much to me, heart filled with sorrow.
I stand it no more, no more can I.
I rush out crying, tears of truth.
Never opened myself this way,
never showed myself this real,
all this words are meant for you,
though there is no true reason to tell.
Perhaps I try to figure,
and now nothing else matters.
My thoughts, I try to gather them,
I feel so strange, so weird, so odd.
I try to think, how to do well.
I try to figure, how would be best.
Never I ment to hurt no one.
But joy can be given to only one.
Now, try to think I, how is best to do.
The enviroment, I let it decide in place of mine.
I'm being torn apart, by my very self.
My imagination, I saw her suffer.
I still know, I saw the truth.
I still know, I can do good.
Now, gather my mind, my thought I try.
To do the best, it's will of mine.
For still, even if wounds stop bleeding...
They still remain, unless I heal them.
Now, trying to think and figure.
I want to do something nice.
But how I can, if I can not.
To be nice to one, is to hurt another.
How can I know, if I do right.
Answer I know, I can not.
For too much I care, and think.
I never ment to make you suffer.
I know that I should not.
But still, after all I DO regret!
WHY am I so failed, so weak?
And I know, I want to make you happy.
Trying to find the good way.
Surrounded am I by jerks and idiots.
Stupid horselaugh on jokes of penis.
Idiotic jell of those stupid things.
I want to think, I want to make you happy.
But to make you happy, it would create suffer.
I can not think, I'm surrounded by jelling jerks.
It is too much to me, I try to think.
Stupidity of those jelling jerks.
It is too much to me, heart filled with sorrow.
I stand it no more, no more can I.
I rush out crying, tears of truth.
Never opened myself this way,
never showed myself this real,
all this words are meant for you,
though there is no true reason to tell.
Perhaps I try to figure,
and now nothing else matters.