And the voice inside my head is screaming at me
Telling me that things will be ok.
Part of me gives in
And pretends everything is ok.
The other part
the part that cares
wont let you go.
I wont ever let you leave me.
No matter what comes between us
I will always love you more
I love you Mathilde.
Im sick of my mother.
Constant Demands.
Her temper that is uncontrollable//insane.
Those who have witnessed it will understand.
I dont think anyone really understands me anymore.
I bet none of you know whats going on at home.
I hate pretending things are ok.
If you were wondering
My home life has been shit for ages.
Even with my stepdads absence,
I am afraid
Even to be in my own house.
In this current time of my life,
Im uncertain about almost everything;
Friendships.
School work.
My feelings.
Emotions.
Who I am.
What I want from life.
I want more of lifes simple pleasures.
Am I stupid?
Dont you just love Elton John?
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me
I could honestly say
That things can only get better
And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts
Where we hide
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second
Without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man
Without me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues