computer says i,m dead

oh, no, blogs are dead! lovely blogs!

has anybody ever asked you what is it that you really want?

it,s not my case

i am being swung, shaken and finally torn by the wills of the people i most love

carelessly

and i,m starting to think that nobody really loves me

when i,m starting to love for the very first time in my life

i,ve always walked the paths of happiness - the sun in front of me - a dark shadow following my steps - just beacuse i,ve never cared about anything - the extinction of desire -

i still can,t say no

this has been a weird weekend out. we,ve made love and war. we,ve been rude to one another. but we,ve also been the best lovers. and i,ve missed it so much. it,s been weird. but it,s ok.

and by the way... reprise

he,s one of the best friends i will ever have

my own blood

my brother

in spite of ourselves

in spite of my paranoia

彼は親友の私のいずれかが今までになりますです
自分の血
兄
自分自身にもかかわらず、
私の妄想にもかかわらず、

він один з кращих друзів я коли-небудь буде
моя власна кров
мій брат
Незважаючи на Себе
Незважаючи на мою параною

ai është një nga miqtë më të mirë i do të ketë kurrë
gjakun tim
vëllai im
Në dritën e Jonë
Në dritën e paranojës tim

han er en av de beste vennene jeg noen gang vil ha
mitt eget blod
min bror
Til tross for Ourselves
På tross av paranoia min

彼は親友の私のいずれかが今までになりますです
自分の血
兄
自分自身にもかかわらず、
私の妄想にもかかわらず、

wouldn,t it be nice...

... to spend eternity softly travelling to the ends of the universe?

dead son

i,ll never beget you, son

because i will soon explode

i,m really sorry

but i don,t deserve you

as you don,t deserve me

someone far better

someone far better

you,ll never lean on me, son

because i will fail on and on

i,m really sorry

but i can,t find my ways

so i can,t be of any help

someone far better

someone far better

collapse collapse

bent and cracked

and the tide will wash the whole world away

and i,ll slide down a deep black hole astray

forgive me wherever you are

i never meant it to be like this

forgive me wherever you are

i never meant it to be like this

the child that i was

tears the flesh out of me

and is still chasing me

the loneliness of the reflection on the mirror

the man that i was turned into

i,m sorry, son

i,m sorry, son