Still

I still hear the echoes of the walked out steps
And I still feel the moisture of the kisses on my lips
The air that surrounded us hasn’t yet turned cold
And the words we were whispering are still untold

Baby, you're love blind

No, you don’t got a hold on me any longer
No, our friendship is not growing any stronger
Actually it tends to grow weaker by day
And what we used to have is fading away
I am tired of whispering comforting words
Every time you claim that it hurts
You think you feel the pain of love
And you claim you aren’t strong enough
I feel lethargic as I nod and dry your tears
And once again I fight back all of you fears
I fight your demons with my weapon of trust
A trust that piece by piece has been crushed
Crushed by your lack of attention
As you forget your pain and only feel affection
It’s okay if it’s all that matters to you
But it leaves me with nothing else to do
I’m tired and you make me sick
So I’m giving up, I’m giving in
I let you win
You can have your perfect life all alone
Don’t even bother ’cause I’m going home
Home to the places I used to enjoy
A place that aren’t dominated by a boy
I have loves that don’t mind to be with me
And unlike you they seem to be
Persons to rely on to hold my heart
So goodbye, honey, I take back your part.

Giving in

All I want to do is hold you
There is nothing much to say
I would like to tell a lie to you
Just pretend another day
- Kira and the Kindred Spirits, Happiness saves lives, Giving in.

Your weary heart

In your eyes I see you’re falling apart
And I wonder how and when she broke you heart
I wonder if you carry the same pain and shame
As I carry under my ego and name
I wonder if you ever cry like me
And I wonder if you will ever see
See how much you could mean to me
And that I promise never to flee
I will watch your heart and hold it tight
And I will keep you warm every night

The Loss

I'm trying not to think about it
'Cause it really makes me sick
sometimes I even try to regret
only to realize it won't make me forget.

En stille stund uden intet ondt.

det er lidt en af de dage, hvor tosomhed er formet som ensomhed, og ensomhed er ikke rigtigt værende i skyggen af bevidstheden om den tosomhed, som vi så begavet omgås. det er mærkeligt, som jeg drages mod dit smertende væsen, der altid synes at ville mig det værste, eftersom jeg håber på det bedste. det efterlader mig vel som en naiv masochist, der, når alt kommer til alt, er dybt afhængig af en hjerteløs sadist.

My anti-Hera

I'd wish you'd see behind what appears to be
Under the surface and beneath my smile
The broken heart that no lover could ever heal
Happiness is temporary and only lasts for a while

When you have outlived your thousands of broken dreams
When your life once again is ripped up at the seams
When the people you thought would be there, no longer care
I still stand as the one you always forgot to love
And I never complained or claimed it wasn't enough

I did what you always exspected of me
I took care of every need
I did my best to make you proud
And I never cried out loud

When you once again broke the dreams of my babies
I always held there hands
I dried the tears in their eyes
I left myself in their command

I always lifted the responsibillity of your shoulders
I read every map and every folder
I learned to be the person you couldn't be
I learned to be the mother of three
And that wasn't including me