söndag 22 november 2009

I dont wanna be

I dont wannabe anything other, me.
If you are not accepting it.
Then I would say that you can feel free.
To walk the road or just sit.

Shut your mouth.
I dont wannabe.
You can always walk south.
Go hook up with someone else like "he".

I dont need to be anything other.
I was born blessed.
Thanks to my mother.
She impressed.

Showed me strenght.
Thought me well.
A betterman by lenght.
I know you can tell.

I dont "trip".
If I fall down I just get back up.
I dont "slip".
I got the golden award cup.

Indeed, I will succeed.
I dont wannabe, anything other then me... :)

lördag 14 november 2009

I'm Washing my hands out of you

In a moment she didnt think
call me names and other things.
Can believe that we use to link.
Then what did she bring.
Wanted to kiss her everytime she blinked.
But then, how low would I sink.

Drunk as she is on the dancefloor.
Make me just wanna leave the room and out the door.
Her true words was your a player ha-ha-ha.
In my ears it was just talk, bla-bla-bla.

Maybe I did get offended.
since I remember the words.
Love is blind folded.
You dont know when its strikes then it hurts.

Thats when I knew.
I'm Washing my hands out of you.
Im through.
I'm Washing my hands out of you.
Today im new.
I'm Washing my hands out of you.

måndag 9 november 2009

Dead

Im tired.
Maybe I'm to kind.
Am I wired.
Rewind.
Am I fired.
The love we had was hard to find.
Was suppose to be hired.
Then I lost my mind.

The memories.
the time.
Our stories.
The days you were mine.
Oh lord please.
Give me a sign.

How should I act.
Want to have you back.
Knew how you would react.
I just faced that fact.
We both know that we stacked.

Sorry but I love you.
There's nothin I can do.
Cause you dont believe me even though its true.
Wifey material? There few.
You made me feel diffrent you made me brand new.
Jumpin out the que, stopped believing.
Im leaving, good bye.

Will love you forever, until the day I die.

lördag 7 november 2009

Souvinir

She had me standing here.
At the moment I started to fear.
Stupid of me to give her my heart as a souvinir.
Thought she really cared.
Guess I'm scared.

Needed comfort.
Have nothing but my passport.
needed support.
While i stood at the airport.

She was gone.
Not even a wave, im alone.
Now she is in a another district zone.
No reach on the phone.

Should had been a trip for both of us two.
just me and you.
I keep wondering who I was in her eyes, who?
Guess I'm just another fool.

I'm a diffrent man.
But she still thinks I would never understand.
Well to bad that I can.
Dont want to be her number 1 fan.

Deep inside.
I miss how we use to ride.
from side to side.
backwards, forwards. We had nothing to hide.

Got a new pacemaker.
She decided to be a heartbreaker.
Another of those who are a taker.
I still just want to take her.

Far away.
Wanted her to stay.
in my arms she could had laid.
Mayday.

No time for being emotional.
Hard to forget.
My world is no longer available.
My soul I got to protect.

She had tricks up her sleeve.
Then she decieved.
She always made me believe.
That she would never leave.

Yet, she left me standing here.... She took my heart as a souvinir.

fredag 6 november 2009

Special Dedication

It's a special dedication
for 2 people sitting next to me.
I guess its a special occasion.
Its time for me to let them free.

Let them know what I'm thinkin
To lovely persons.
Without them I would probably be sinkin
They are like my roses and guns.

Sorry, maybe it was a bad metafor.
I cant describe my joy.
But know im kinda sure
after all they make me feel like a man and not a boy.

As the time goes.
We keep dancin (Jerk).
We all kinda close.
Bestfriend and the one I flirt, with
maybe its just a myth.

That im tryin, maybe its real. Why would I be lyin.
Its dedicated to S.E.L.A.M and my bestfriend.
Incase you dont know them. They are a tressure, a gem.

Bestfriend, a hand she always lend.
She's there.
and lil sella, the story tella'.
Hmm, I know deep inside that they both care.