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Distractive DestructionBelieve me when I say that I fell down on hands and knees with one ear against the phone,
Holding my breath to hear something,
But the damn thing didn't make a sound,
It feels like I have been distant and washed away to foreign shores,
Like I bought some torment and now can only ask for more,
Because it kills me not to notice,
But you are something that is all but just forgotten,
What the colours of your eyes were, your smiles and how I loved them,
At the first signs of heartbreak,
From my eyes a single tear of blood started dropping,
Dropping from the curves of a scarred face this world has long forgotten.
The blood never stopped dripping and the wounds never took their place among the scars of you,
Perhaps because I still held faith in you,
Altough I knew for a long time that now,
Would never be like then again and that I would be alone again and that I would howl,
Distraction meaning you were here,
Destruction meaning I was there,
I wish I could hold on to the li
Be that way if you think thats clever.
I got my defenses up and can ignore you forever.
From you its very easy to sever,
I stopped caring a long time ago about your irrating endeavour.
When they mention you all I can say is:
Growing UpI suppose we all remember the times when time went faster,
Dreams were bigger,
Nights were shorter,
Days were longer,
And stars shined more brightly then they do today.
However we also remember times when hearts were more easily broken,
Trust friendship and bonds were deeper,
Tears came more frequently from more easily inflicted wounds,
Hatred felt more infuriating,
And our spirit as a whole was more naïve.
The balance between these memories is what it means to be growing older,
Learning that some dreams may be shattered, but if we work hard,
Others can come true.
That the night can be endless, but also gone before we notice,
Days can shorten just as easy as a summer day may last forever,
And that even when we cannot see them, the stars will always be there.
Growing up to be an adult,
Learning to control what we feel, so we won't be hurt that fast,
When friendships might not get formed as fast as when we were younger,
But that they will also not be that quick to be broken.
Komt Een Man Bij De DokterIs er iemand die mij het grote geheim kan vertellen,
Het grote wonder,
Dat een gebroken hart weer aan elkaar kan lijmen,
De dokter die een hechtig kan maken voor al die wonden,
Wie maakt mij weer heel?
"Ik heb het geprobeerd" is een geïnfecteerde zin.
Het is de vergiftigde versie van "Het is mislukt".
De zure vorm van "Ik was niet sterk genoeg".
Onvermijdelijke gedaante van "Ik kan het niet".
Want telkens droogt de lijm uit,
En valt mijn hart weer uiteen in duizend stukjes,
Telkens worden de emotionele bloeduitstortingen mij teveel,
En schieten alle hechtingen los.
Een doorelkaar geraakte puzzel,
Mij wie kan mij weer aaneen leggen,
Een versplinterd standbeeld,
Maar welke wonderdokter kan mij lijmen,
De geknapte kralenketting,
Maar welk ziekenhuis rijgt mij weer samen?
Emotionele bloedvergiftiging, geestelijke infectie, psyschische complicaties, of gewoon een vuistvol verdomd groot verdriet,
Dokter, reinig en purgeer mij,
Want zelf kan ik het niet.
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