Pea Sized

How far can I go? How much doubt can I bear? And what comes out if I put down one brick after the other? What's the name of this building, what does it stand for? I stick to the things I believe. There's no way down to the root of the tree. And every

It feels so strange to be the one I am, whatever that is. It feels so strange sometimes to live this life, that seems to belong to me. When I walk along the street, and your look meets my eye, what do you see? What do you see? I'm the one that opens

Loving and breathing, comparing and sharing, caring and losing, calling and using, pushing and warning, hearing, learning... fearing. Perfection, beauty, money, power. Obsession, envy. Enlightment and shopping. Wonders and nightmares. War, compassion

Some give you water, some give you wine. The ones you love might say goodbye. Nothing's forever and I don't know why. At least we can cry the whole night long. Babies are born and old people die. Time is a secret the truth is a lie. Words have no mea

Take me, make me, empty inside. Hold me tight, I'm too weak, baby. Only wanna lose control, Melt with you. For a moment in time let me forget my distrust. Kill the demons, make them weep. Clean the mirror, make me see, myself in a different way. Wann

You ask me why I feel so blue. I don't know, if I only knew. Maybe it's the sun that burns my skin. Maybe it's the news of so many deaths. Or I guess it goes back to my childhood. This lack of love that I feel. And nothing makes any sense. And I thin

A head filled with words, a hurting skin. And underneath, this bleeding heart. Revolting stomach and cold feet. There is someone creeping up my back. Shivering hands, whistling ghosts, behind a Spanish house. He's got hands to stroke cats. Lips made

On the pavement, on the ground. I feel a trembling, hear a sound. The light get's clear, what seemed far away comes near, I lift my head, look around. Something's changed. Something's gone. The world has turned I'm upside down, I'm not the same, I la

Come on, get out. Leave it all behind. It's just the stories, you tell about yourself. Destructive imagination, Constructed isolation. As true as you want it to be. You only see yourself, while judging others to be blind. Stop thinking, and open up y