Who am I? What am I? Where am I? Where am I headed to? I really don't know. RNFI. Really No F**king Idea. A cynic, an idealist, a person with ideas, but NATO. Am I? I really don't know. RNFI. Really No F**king Idea.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

My Immortal

i love the song. there is something about the ethrealness of the voice that makes it hauntingly captivating. like the voice of a sirens, beckoning to Odysseus. it adds makes the song, whose lyrics are sad enough on their own, even more tragic.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Occasionally I wonder if it's meant to be about someone dying. This is what comes of listening to it in your sleep for the 13 hours that a plane takes to fly back to Singapore from Manchester. Oh, the new clothes certainly sound deserving of photos.

11:57 PM

 

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