Nach dem Original von Superchick: Beauty from pain.
Das Licht um mich ist erloschen
nur eine Kerze flackert noch feuerrot
und dann verschlingt mich das Dunkel
ich weiß ich bin da doch ich fühl mich wie tot
Und das was bleibt ist der Schmerz
er treibt meine Seele
zum Selbstmord, die Träume zerrinnen wie Sand
Noch ist mir warm
doch langsam wird es kälter
mein Leben endet noch bevor es begann
Noch nach all diesem Schmerz
steh ich wieder auf
mir blutet das Herz
doch ich geb nichts darauf
und wenn's heut nicht geschieht
weiß ich irgendwann doch
dass ich wieder hoffe
dass ich wieder hoffe!
Meine Welt ist der Schmerz tief in mir
das beste was geht ist einfach so zu tun
als wenn überhaupt nichts wäre
ich frag mich was wär wäre Gott jetzt hier...
Und auch wenn ich jetzt nicht versteh
warum es passiert ist
weiß ich dass ich es irgendwann einmal tu
ich weiß das ich irgendwann wieder glaube
und warte die Zeit ab
bis es endlich geschieht ...
Hier bin ich nun am Ende meiner Kraft
halte an etwas fest
das sowieso nichts mehr bringt.
Ich hab keine Hoffnung mehr,
nur Tränen zu viel
Ich brauch ein Versprechen,
dass es besser wird
Spiele stark für den Rest
während in mir immerzu
meine Seele durchnässt
dabei will ich doch nur
meine Hoffnung zurück
wenn es sein muss
Stück für Stück
meine Seele zurück!
... meine Seele zuück ...
Life is going down the drain ...
I don't even have words for this ...
Eyes are red like fire
throat is sore like hell
eyes are red because of crying
throat is sore from all the yell
Life is going down the drain
all I feel inside is pain
I see no sun, there's only rain
my inner peace, my happyness
now all that's just a mess
Tearing up at night and day
not having a real place to stay
ran away from home for good
thought I might be understood
But instead, what do I get?
There's nothing, not a bit of sorry
I thought they would be giving hope
but all they give is more to worry
I hate my life, I want to leave
I want to give it all away
I want to run, a long long way
to find the perfect place to stay
They took my dog, my life, my soul
and hid it all in a good place
they only see me on the weekends
the only time they see my face
It's up to them, all their decisions
I don't want to meddle
I just want the good old life
a place to calm and settle
I'm not ready for this life
the life with them split up
my heart just aches, afraid it breaks
and ya'll don't give a f*ck ...
An experiment ... let's see if it works :)
This is how it works: I will listen to a song that I really like and during that I'll write down all the thoughts that are coming to my mind while doing so. I don't know if the come-out will be something useful ... we'll see!
Just imagine you're in your own little place and noone can harm you there. You're by yourself, maybe a few creatures. No real animals even, just creatures. Creatures from your imagination. All the creatures you want. Fairies, gnomes ... whatever you find sweet and whatever you want with you. You have to wirry about nothing, just a really sweet tune in your ears and a soft melody, played by the wind that's gently blowing through you hair while you walk through your magical place. You think of nothing but yourself, no worries, no money, no work - just you and your life. You walk along a stream and listen to its gentle melody while it runs down into the ocean that you can see. There's a little house with so many bright and shiny and colourful lights. Your favourite colours. They shine so bright and sparkly that you can't keep away from them and as it gets darker they get brighter and brighter and they change colours. You still hear the gentle melody in your ears, maybe the fairies sing you a song. Inside the house is noone, but there's a fire. You go inside to make sure the house won't burn down with the fire on but then again you remember that nothing can happen in your imagination and nothing can harm you there, so you just lie down in the bed that is so soft and feels lovely to lay on. You close your eyes and hear the fire whispering things to you, telling you a bedtime story. And you fall asleep, so easy, yet so sad that you have to leave your place and go back into the real world, but you also know that you can come back to your magical place whenever you want - it's your dream. Nothing can harm you there.
Sleep Song - Secret Garden
Just imagine you're in your own little place and noone can harm you there. You're by yourself, maybe a few creatures. No real animals even, just creatures. Creatures from your imagination. All the creatures you want. Fairies, gnomes ... whatever you find sweet and whatever you want with you. You have to wirry about nothing, just a really sweet tune in your ears and a soft melody, played by the wind that's gently blowing through you hair while you walk through your magical place. You think of nothing but yourself, no worries, no money, no work - just you and your life. You walk along a stream and listen to its gentle melody while it runs down into the ocean that you can see. There's a little house with so many bright and shiny and colourful lights. Your favourite colours. They shine so bright and sparkly that you can't keep away from them and as it gets darker they get brighter and brighter and they change colours. You still hear the gentle melody in your ears, maybe the fairies sing you a song. Inside the house is noone, but there's a fire. You go inside to make sure the house won't burn down with the fire on but then again you remember that nothing can happen in your imagination and nothing can harm you there, so you just lie down in the bed that is so soft and feels lovely to lay on. You close your eyes and hear the fire whispering things to you, telling you a bedtime story. And you fall asleep, so easy, yet so sad that you have to leave your place and go back into the real world, but you also know that you can come back to your magical place whenever you want - it's your dream. Nothing can harm you there.
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