i had dreams where it all got better
waking up was a tough choice
mirror to the side of my bed
slight throb in my head
and i still haven't regained my voice
and yesterday i wanted to weep
but tomorrow i will probably dance
so i get up and leave, put on my hat
think to myself: "let's make amends"
waking up was a tough choice
mirror to the side of my bed
slight throb in my head
and i still haven't regained my voice
and yesterday i wanted to weep
but tomorrow i will probably dance
so i get up and leave, put on my hat
think to myself: "let's make amends"
October 24, 2025 at 11:48 PM
i had dreams where it all got better
waking up was a tough choice
mirror to the side of my bed
slight throb in my head
and i still haven't regained my voice
and yesterday i wanted to weep
but tomorrow i will probably dance
so i get up and leave, put on my hat
think to myself: "let's make amends"
waking up was a tough choice
mirror to the side of my bed
slight throb in my head
and i still haven't regained my voice
and yesterday i wanted to weep
but tomorrow i will probably dance
so i get up and leave, put on my hat
think to myself: "let's make amends"
September 23, 2025 at 5:08 PM
незаконченное
становится твой звон всё глуше и отдаёт осенним ветром
упавшей на пол парой книг, земля становится всё суше
лживый поэт - ивой поник, глаза раскрыл, не может спать
теперь все сны его - виденья. накопленная ложь.
становится твой звон всё глуше и отдаёт осенним ветром
упавшей на пол парой книг, земля становится всё суше
лживый поэт - ивой поник, глаза раскрыл, не может спать
теперь все сны его - виденья. накопленная ложь.
September 16, 2025 at 9:45 PM
незаконченное
становится твой звон всё глуше и отдаёт осенним ветром
упавшей на пол парой книг, земля становится всё суше
лживый поэт - ивой поник, глаза раскрыл, не может спать
теперь все сны его - виденья. накопленная ложь.
становится твой звон всё глуше и отдаёт осенним ветром
упавшей на пол парой книг, земля становится всё суше
лживый поэт - ивой поник, глаза раскрыл, не может спать
теперь все сны его - виденья. накопленная ложь.
when you're gone, i have no one to tell:
i have always been a deeply selfish individual, which i think of again, as having no genuine emotional connection to anyone or anything makes me want to end my life at the slightest chance.
i have always been a deeply selfish individual, which i think of again, as having no genuine emotional connection to anyone or anything makes me want to end my life at the slightest chance.
August 22, 2025 at 7:22 PM
when you're gone, i have no one to tell:
i have always been a deeply selfish individual, which i think of again, as having no genuine emotional connection to anyone or anything makes me want to end my life at the slightest chance.
i have always been a deeply selfish individual, which i think of again, as having no genuine emotional connection to anyone or anything makes me want to end my life at the slightest chance.
there's no room for being obvious it seems
he knocks on your door, your window
but you don't want to see anything of him
it's like the thought of him haunts you
the man that you cannot predict
a figure full of contradictions
he waits outside, he counts the weeks
he knocks on your door, your window
but you don't want to see anything of him
it's like the thought of him haunts you
the man that you cannot predict
a figure full of contradictions
he waits outside, he counts the weeks
July 13, 2025 at 10:23 PM
there's no room for being obvious it seems
he knocks on your door, your window
but you don't want to see anything of him
it's like the thought of him haunts you
the man that you cannot predict
a figure full of contradictions
he waits outside, he counts the weeks
he knocks on your door, your window
but you don't want to see anything of him
it's like the thought of him haunts you
the man that you cannot predict
a figure full of contradictions
he waits outside, he counts the weeks
got three bottles of wine
empty pack of cigarettes
ninety nine promises
and you, baby, you
don't listen what some others say
i'm all yours, at least today
so seize your chance, and take my hand
battre le fer qui'il est chaud
empty pack of cigarettes
ninety nine promises
and you, baby, you
don't listen what some others say
i'm all yours, at least today
so seize your chance, and take my hand
battre le fer qui'il est chaud
May 28, 2025 at 5:25 PM
got three bottles of wine
empty pack of cigarettes
ninety nine promises
and you, baby, you
don't listen what some others say
i'm all yours, at least today
so seize your chance, and take my hand
battre le fer qui'il est chaud
empty pack of cigarettes
ninety nine promises
and you, baby, you
don't listen what some others say
i'm all yours, at least today
so seize your chance, and take my hand
battre le fer qui'il est chaud
May 27, 2025 at 3:20 PM
May 18, 2025 at 12:57 PM
May 4, 2025 at 12:04 AM
why the more i go the more it slows
my feet dragging on these hard wood floors
i wish someone'd make me trip and fall
i need to break my legs to have a feeling of control
then i'll start running, i'll start running
the pain will keep me running
but no one breaks me like i need
my feet dragging on these hard wood floors
i wish someone'd make me trip and fall
i need to break my legs to have a feeling of control
then i'll start running, i'll start running
the pain will keep me running
but no one breaks me like i need
May 3, 2025 at 11:43 PM
why the more i go the more it slows
my feet dragging on these hard wood floors
i wish someone'd make me trip and fall
i need to break my legs to have a feeling of control
then i'll start running, i'll start running
the pain will keep me running
but no one breaks me like i need
my feet dragging on these hard wood floors
i wish someone'd make me trip and fall
i need to break my legs to have a feeling of control
then i'll start running, i'll start running
the pain will keep me running
but no one breaks me like i need
im not afraid of voices
inside my head that tell me to walk out the door
and uneven pavements, bugs all over the floor
im not afraid of them or losing a job
or embarrassing myself, or missing a call
inside my head that tell me to walk out the door
and uneven pavements, bugs all over the floor
im not afraid of them or losing a job
or embarrassing myself, or missing a call
March 19, 2025 at 3:57 AM
im not afraid of voices
inside my head that tell me to walk out the door
and uneven pavements, bugs all over the floor
im not afraid of them or losing a job
or embarrassing myself, or missing a call
inside my head that tell me to walk out the door
and uneven pavements, bugs all over the floor
im not afraid of them or losing a job
or embarrassing myself, or missing a call
March 11, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Tonight, there will be storms at sea
The lighthouse keeper, pins and needles
Holds strongly onto his creased cap
The other hand carrying a light
"Will no one come? Will no one visit?
I'm all alone tonight. What if I die?"
A tempest forms and churns and churns
A tempest forms and churns and churns
The lighthouse keeper, pins and needles
Holds strongly onto his creased cap
The other hand carrying a light
"Will no one come? Will no one visit?
I'm all alone tonight. What if I die?"
A tempest forms and churns and churns
A tempest forms and churns and churns
February 20, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Tonight, there will be storms at sea
The lighthouse keeper, pins and needles
Holds strongly onto his creased cap
The other hand carrying a light
"Will no one come? Will no one visit?
I'm all alone tonight. What if I die?"
A tempest forms and churns and churns
A tempest forms and churns and churns
The lighthouse keeper, pins and needles
Holds strongly onto his creased cap
The other hand carrying a light
"Will no one come? Will no one visit?
I'm all alone tonight. What if I die?"
A tempest forms and churns and churns
A tempest forms and churns and churns
Поверишь ли ты мне, что я люблю тебя всё нежней?
Что не смотря на ветер и дожди ты остаёшься во мне
Ты придёшь ко мне, во сне, покрытой мрачную мглой
И лишь стоит тебе нахмуриться, как я влюблюсь ещё
Просто дай мне быть светом или дай мне быть тенью
Дай мне быть ширицы цветеньем, что свисает с окна
Что не смотря на ветер и дожди ты остаёшься во мне
Ты придёшь ко мне, во сне, покрытой мрачную мглой
И лишь стоит тебе нахмуриться, как я влюблюсь ещё
Просто дай мне быть светом или дай мне быть тенью
Дай мне быть ширицы цветеньем, что свисает с окна
February 4, 2025 at 10:57 PM
Поверишь ли ты мне, что я люблю тебя всё нежней?
Что не смотря на ветер и дожди ты остаёшься во мне
Ты придёшь ко мне, во сне, покрытой мрачную мглой
И лишь стоит тебе нахмуриться, как я влюблюсь ещё
Просто дай мне быть светом или дай мне быть тенью
Дай мне быть ширицы цветеньем, что свисает с окна
Что не смотря на ветер и дожди ты остаёшься во мне
Ты придёшь ко мне, во сне, покрытой мрачную мглой
И лишь стоит тебе нахмуриться, как я влюблюсь ещё
Просто дай мне быть светом или дай мне быть тенью
Дай мне быть ширицы цветеньем, что свисает с окна
January 19, 2025 at 2:05 AM