I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad. Where the West was all but won. All alone, smoking his last cigarette, I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything." Where were you, when everything was falling apart ? All my days were spent by the telephone, that never rang. And all I needed was a call that never came. To the corner of 1st and Amistad. Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me. Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded. Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me. But in the end everyone ends up alone. Losing her, the only one who's ever known. Who I am, who I'm not and who I want to be. No way to know how long she will be next to me. Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me. Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded. Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me. The early morning, the city breaks. And I've been calling for years and years and years. And you never left me no messages ! You never sent me no letters ! You got some kind of nerve taking all I want Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me. Lying on the floor, Where were you? Where were you?
Why'd you have to wait, to find me, to find me?
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# Gepost op donderdag 10 december 2009, 16u28

Tryer.

Tryer.
Over and over again, I try to be the one for you...

_______________________________More than anyone

_____________________________________________More than anyone

___________________________________________________________More than anyone...
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# Gepost op donderdag 10 december 2009, 16u20

I'm sorry for the times that i made you scream.

I'm sorry for the times that i made you scream.
I don't know where I belong, Could I belong to you?
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# Gepost op dinsdag 28 april 2009, 16u10

There's no one in the world who could replace you..
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# Gepost op dinsdag 28 april 2009, 16u05

Droom.

In mijn droom was het erg donker en het beetje licht dat er was, leek afkomstig te zijn van zijn huid. Ik kon zijn gezicht niet zien, alleen zijn rug toen hij bij me wegliep, me achterlatend in de duister. Het maakte niet uit hoe hard ik rende, ik kon hem niet inhalen; of hoe hard ik riep, hij draaide zich nooit om. Onrustig werd ik midden in de nacht wakker en het leek uren te duren voor ik weer in slaap viel. Daarna kwam hij bijna elke nacht voor in mijn droomen, maar altijd aan het randje, net buiten bereik
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# Gepost op dinsdag 24 maart 2009, 17u59