posted October 22, 2015 02:43 PM
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come back to you
Give me a glass of whiskey
For the things I’m trying to get through
Everything around me
Is burning slowly in flames
I can’t tell what can I do to solve it
Cause that’s what the problem isThe more I think the less I know
The less I try the more it shows
The more I hide the less I live
The less I give the more I die
I’ve got a soul problem my old friend
That’s making me insane
I’ve got a soul problem my old friend
That I can’t heal it well
Yes it’s been for all those years
Of loneliness imposed
Got my mind chained, in vain
And my heart was always closed
I am guilty to keep myself
Away from my human needs
But I still don’t know what I want
And that’s what the problem is
The more I think the less I know
The less I try the more it shows
The more I hide the less I live
The less I give the more I die
I’ve got a soul problem my old friend
That’s making me insane
I’ve got a soul problem my old friend
That I can’t heal it well
Find me a woman brother
Who can swept these demons away
It ain’t easy, with a guy like me
With my constant moody days
I may scare, I may seduce
I can make her fly so high
But every time I love I run from it
And that’s what the problem is
The more I think the less I know
The less I try the more it shows
The more I hide the less I live
The less I give the more I die
I’ve got a soul problem my old friend
That I can’t heal it well
I’ve got a soul problem my old friend
That I can’t heal it well
I’ve got a soul problem my old friend
That’s killing me inside
Lindaland
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posted October 22, 2015 02:43 PM
posted October 22, 2015 03:57 PM
... Nothing can hurt deeper longer or worse than love's aftermath and pain trapped deep in the soul of an artist.
