Monday, March 26, 2012

Icelandic - she said she will learn. Self teach, at that.

Stones they come and stumbling you run
You take one you lose one and still the pain's just the same
There's fear in the eyes of the onlookers
There's fear in your own eyes
The same night, the same bed, the same phone, the same feelings
Some things never change
Constantly I drift and consistently I am driven to doubt
Doubt of self
Doubt of people
Doubt of the world in general
Some people never change
This world is blue and so many other colours
But I love blue
I love the band the colour the genre the dog the bruise the sky the sea
But mostly I just love being blue.

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