R.I.P

Miserie maakt je sterker,
Voorspoed maakt je beter.

Word

Word for word. Word forward.

The End

I'll stop holding on to what I haven't got.

I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong.
All caught up in the eye of the storm,
trying to figger out what it's like moving on.

And I don't even know what kind of things I said or did,
for my mouth kept moving & my mind went dead.

So picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting again.

Glimpse of mejor

Time to bury the hatchet and let it go,
leave the struggle and grudges it holds.

I'll make sure all those faces around me are familiar.

Love.Dead&Gone

I won't let you control my faith,
while I have to hold the weight of the world with all my conscience.

I won't sit here and wait, while you are weighing your options.
You're making a fool of me.

You didn't dare try to say that you don't care and solemnly swear not to follow me there.

It isn't like me to beg on my knees: "Oh please, oh baby please."
That's not how I do things.

No, I'm not upset.
No, I'm not angry.

I know love is love.
Love, sometimes it pains me.

No, I won't let you take me to the end of my rope,
While you burn it and torture my soul.

No, I'm not your puppet.
And no, no, no. I won't let you go.

Time and time again

Suddenly I'm on the wrong side,
in the middle of nowhere again.

In times like these you learn to live again.

Not gone

You make me want to start war.
This would be easier if the stars wouldn't blind my eyes.