I was looking for some inspiration since lately I cannot sleep,
Earlier I even tried some good old fashioned hardcore break-beat,
I get tired in the day and find it difficult to stay,
awake, but when the night time comes calling,
All I can do is think about the boring,
Old fantasies running around my head.
They’re not really fantasies merely dreams and memories,
Sometimes I lay awake and think of life and loves and romances,
Other times my thoughts are simply seeking harmonies,
Like a time away in a room with music and dances,
Listening to the songs, the rain, the train and the dead.
Now I want to sleep and dream and feel alive,
With someone else to share and to arrive,
Along this lonely road where I sit and type,
Away, with my head all squashed so tight I could scream,
All because I cannot fight, for love, if you know what I mean.
Not today, for now I’ll stay, in this room too afraid to say,
That women and love equal fear and hate,
Have I been really that bad that I should suffer this way,
No longer knowing what it is to date.
I don’t suppose that’s a bad thing, since if I know not how,
When the time comes to say hello, perhaps I’ll simply smile and bow,
And be honourable and kind to someone new,
Because up until now everyone reminded me of you.
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