söndag 24 augusti 2008

Veckans bedrövelse

Play Dead av Björk.

darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful enbraces
don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear

I play dead
it stops the hurting
I play dead
and the hurting stops

it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache

I play dead
it stops the hurting

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