Well?

I don't have trouble breathing but I am drowning inside myself.
I have no injuries but I'm still bleeding out.
There are no fists pummeling down on me, but still I feel beaten.
Can you hear me even if I don't shout?


Too old now. For dreams to be alive.

From heart,
to face.
Stuck in an embrace.
Catching,
a last taste.

I see,
no end.
To what we complain.
Making
all bend.

Wake up.
See me.
Try to make daydreams.
Out of,
sweet things.
Go out to find a plan.
Make me a better man.

And you say,
this isn't the right place.
And we're too old right now.
For dreams to be alive.

Kan du förstå eller se?

Innanför dina ögon finns en blick som ingen sett.
Den slingrar sig runt i din skalle dold av allt du någonsin mött.
Människor du älskat, platser du besökt och känslor du kasserat.
Allt du någonsin har haft eller förlorat. Allt som bara passerat.
Du tittar på världen med helt egna ögon, som ger en helt annan färg.
Och jag vet, någonstans där inne. I det vackraste jag vet.
Där faller också tårar. Tårar som ingen förstår eller kan se.


Mistakes

Make-up on my shoulder, painting life all dark.
Tears falling on the boulders, of the city sidewalk.
My problems seem moronic.
Don't you think?
You were crying, and I told you to wait.
It's like fighting, for another heartbreak.
There are no true lies! In a moment that's fake!
Now don't you say you're sorry. For mistakes.


Left behind.

These are the empty seats, right beside my heart and in between.
Even when I sleep, I can feel the heartache in my mind.
Have no will to eat, beating down my soul into the ground.
Can't you see me wheep, on the road where I was left behind?

Dreams

Some dreams are made for seeing.
Others drift on by just like a feeling.
Dreams taunt me by the evening,
they mock me every morning I'm breathing.
I hope that when my time here is done,
at least I will have beaten one.

Giving you chances that will soon be my doom.

I wish there was a heaven for people like me,
a place where it doesn't matter if I fell down on my knees.
I don't want to pray or listen to words others said,
I just want somewhere to go after I'm dead.

I wish there were trees that didn't grow.
A forest where time stops but nobody knows.
Where things were the same as they were before.
Oh please tell me of such a place I can go.

I wish someone would tell me "Hello.",
and when they ask how I'm feeling I wouldn't say "So, so."
Will I ever again be as whole,
as before I disowned my soul.

I wish the sun would forgive me for all that I'd done.
Letting me live just as in that old Queen song.
Giving me rest for a moment or two,
yes, it would be amazing if you do.

I wish you would treat me better then this.
At least give me reasons or a forgiving kiss.
All this time I am giving and waiting for you.
I'm giving you chances that will soon be my doom.



Ny telefon, nya möjligheter men mest svårigheter.

Jaha. I förrgår fick jag min Samsung Galaxy S2. Det är min första android. Det är första telefonen och abonnemanget som tillåtit mig att använda internet ens. Mycket nytt och jag tror mig veta hur min pappa känner sig.
Jag brukar sitta och flina åt honom när han sitter med mobilen nästan upptryckt i ansiktet och med ett utspärrat pekfinger som förvirrat åker runt på skärmen, assisterat av en mer förvirrad blick.
Hur många gånger har jag inte sett honom sitta där, som en katt som leker med en laserpekarstråle. "Där är den! NEEEEJ! Attans....DÄR ÄR DEN! Neeeej.... DÄR!....Awwww....Där!....Meh....HAR DEN!..eller?...Neee..."
Nu finner jag mig själv i samma situation. Jag bläddrar förbi menyerna och förstår inte ens vad hälften av grejerna har där att göra. Jag blir helt förundrad och nästan gapar när jag kan prata med telefonen och få den att göra nästan vad jag vill.
Iallafall. Drog ner "Draw Something"-appen för Susanna har velat att jag ska göra det så vi kan spela. Har hon spelat med mig? Nepp. Lika bra det antar jag för hon kan rita som en GUD och jag kan rita ungefär som en gravt motoriskt handikappad tre åring med ett koffeinberoende som skulle få svenska pensionärer att storkna.
Men jag lyckades spela med Tobias. Och fy fan vad kul det var! Hade honom på Skype när han började försöka tolka min första bild så hörde allt. Alla dessa nästan tårfyllda "Va...."   "MEN VAD I?"    "What!!?" som kom ut i ren desperation av att det inte gick att tolka bilderna.  "Ett rep runt halsen? Ögonlapp? Håller han i blommor eller nåt? Och där kom en annan gubbe med gult hår och stora tänder....en kines? fast en kines har inte gult hår....vad håller han i?? varför har han en ögonlapp?!"
Jag kände att han förtjänade en chans, så gav honom ledtrådar. (Till mitt försvar ska nämnas att något blev fel på programmet för jag VET att jag inte målade en ögonlapp utan det skulle vara TVÅ svarta cirklar som skapade glasögon.)
Till slut kom det fram. John Lennon såklart!
Jag ritar inte bra och det kanske inte är så kul för den jag spelar med, men jag hade iallafall kul av att höra den totala förvirringen som kom från andra änden av Skype.
Faktiskt nästan lite som när pappa sitter med sin telefon. Eller mamma också för den delen, när hon sitter och undrar vem tusan den där Wi-Lan(uttalar hon som fotbollslaget Milan-Vilan) är och vad han vill med hennes telefon.
Ja, här sitter jag och gottar mig i andras okunskap. Nu ska jag räkna ut hur jag egentligen ska använda min egen telefon också.

Marie, Marie

Marie, Marie.
I never needed anything beyond your hand.
I'd hold it forever if there weren't other plans.
Marie, Marie.
You looked in my eyes and said: "Babe,
isn't it time for bed?" And you lead me away.
Marie, Marie.
Wasn't it just you and me? Marie?
Marie, Marie
You were only seventeen.
Fifteen years since we last met.
Marie, Marie....
That car left you with no regret.
But Marie, Marie.
What about me?

Call me and I'll get there any way.

Calling out, your name.
Is it still the same?
I might not know myself
but I know your name.

Someone here to say.
Take it as you may!
This isn't just a game
it's the only way!

Call me when it's late.
I'll try to be real great.
If you just get ready
for a midnight fate.

Take a look around you. You are still here.

There are no roads for lovers, that don't ever turn.
But the simple things of life they don't travel light.
So find your man or your woman.
And just make up your mind.
Yes, this is your turn. A lesson learned,
you know you won't get to try it twice.

And this is our life, a life that we are sharing.
You just walk this earth for a little while.
Now don't waste it away, on joyous careless days.
Cause the simple things they always end up light.
Take care of your life. Be kind. Don't waste it all away.

Be my special!

Hey honey come sit down,
put your feet up.
Take a glas of whine,
relax for a while.
Let me play some music for you,
though it's not like in the movies.
All I can do is make you feel good...
Is that good enough for you?
I can rub your tired shoulders if you want,
or maybe write you poems all night long.
It's really all I've got. Nothing special.
I wish I could have something special.
Will you be my special?

At least I helped you. Wish it was the same way around.

You told me I was just what you need.
You hugged me and said "This, this is me.
I have been hurt. But now I'm free."
That's what you made me see.

You said: "You make me feel like this is real.
And carry me please, just let me feel."
I took your words and I started to kneel.
"My love I'm here to heal."

Suddenly you became so cruel.
With a heart of steel and just as cool.
Used me like a tool.
And now I feel like a total fool.

When you were sad I picked you up.
Carried you around and gave you love.
I never asked for love.
But I never wanted it to stop.
I never wanted lies, but that's all I got.

All that I've owned...

It's not my best of times today,
I got anger in my facial expression.
There are things still getting to me.
They don't seem to be in regression.

Some say, 'Matt I believe this is killing you,
and you need to stop feeling so bad.'
But I still haven't seen how I should recieve,
any forgiveness from me for what I had.

Tell me I'm not a terrible man.
Tell me I shouldn't be stoned.
But all I can give seems like misery,
and maybe it's all that I've owned.


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