Please, don't let me forget you, don't let me forget me.

Please, don't let me forget you, don't let me forget me.
And the tears fall like rain
Down my face again
Oh the words you wouldn't say
And the games you played
With my unfoolish heart
Oh I should have known this from the start

Oh the winter and spring
Going in hand in hand
Just like my love and pain
How the thought of you cuts deep within the vein
Oh this brand new skin stretched across scared terrain

I don't want to be let down
I don't want to live my life again
Don't want to be led down the same old road
Said I don't want to be let down
I don't want to live my lies again
Don't want to be led down the same old road

All those years down the drain
Love was not enough
W hen you want everything
What I gave to you and now the end must start
Oh I should have listened to my heart

Chester Bennington
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# Posté le mardi 03 juin 2008 14:16

The Marionnetist

The Marionnetist
Manipulate me is a game you love playing
A jumping jack trapped in your fingers
I'm your dirty doll enslaved in your theatre
Every time you pull my strings, my ID is snatched from me

You're my hangman who decide or not to let me down
A sadist who bet on feelings and desires
You never take off your mask, hidden under your faked smile
And your pretences convince me to surrender, worsen than ever before

My role is factice, drowned in this faded lie
I put on an act lead by you, as a great simulation
But I can't stand this unreality anymore
I prefer fail and go far from your pretension

If I don't want to be directed, I have to change your rules from all
If I don't want to hide me, I need to escape you for more
If I don't want to be on the run, I must stop beging alone
And I realize that you're the real one to blame
So stop playing now, and leave me
And walk away, walk away from me...
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# Posté le mardi 15 avril 2008 12:14
Modifié le mardi 15 avril 2008 12:34

... Colour Inside ...

... Colour Inside ...
Mal-être; bonbons magiques cette nuit encore. A cause de vous, à cause de toi, à cause de cette autre en moi.
Sommeil artificiel pour contrer ma hantise de ses questions. Je suis interdite de rêves... Je ne rêve plus...
La boîte me glisse des mains et ils s'échappent et dansent sur mes doigts. Rose, blanc, jaune; douces couleurs pour une nouvelle addiction. L'idée de tous les gober me traversent un instant l'esprit...
Pour remettre des couleurs à l'intérieur...
Pour faire taire cette petite voix à l'intérieur...
Pour paisiblement m'endormir en n'ayant plus jamais peur du réveil...
Je soigne un mal par un autre... Où est mon équilibre?


31/03/08
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# Posté le lundi 31 mars 2008 17:22

Test me, Taste me // Sweet Sin

Test me, Taste me // Sweet Sin
Tu restes ma gourmandise. Un bonbon interdit, au goût à la fois sucré et acidulé. Je sais que je ne dois pas céder, et pourtant, je me laisse corrompre par la tentation. J'en veux encore, j'en veux toujours ; tu me donnes envie. Et je succombe à tes délices.
Je te fais rouler entre mes doigts avant de te caresser de mes lèvres. Je te redécouvre du bout de ma langue, comme une saveur oubliée, avant que ton parfum n'envahisse ma bouche toute entière, mettant mes papilles en émoi.
Ton goût me rappelle alors des souvenirs passés, comme l'odeur d'une douce confiture me rappellerait mon enfance révolue.
Du bout du doigt, je t'y fais glisser avant de jouer avec ma langue, te faisant rouler en dessus, en dessous, ou en te faisant doucement claquer contre mes dents. Je lèche et suce tes formes rondes, me délectant de ton goût suave et sucré. Je veux faire durer ce petit plaisir, sachant qu'il sera éphémère. Comme victime d'une addiction, je voudrais te retrouver encore.
La gourmandise est peut-être un des péchés capitaux, mais tu restes mon vice préféré.

11/03/08
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# Posté le samedi 15 mars 2008 08:56

- en grève de sentiments -

- en grève de sentiments -
This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don't know where I am,
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever,
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange,
You said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up

And you said, "This is the first day of my life.
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.
But, now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy."

So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides, maybe this time it's different
I mean I really think you like me...


Bright Eyes - First day of my life
Traduction en commentaire, parce qu'elle vaut la peine d'être lue...
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# Posté le jeudi 21 février 2008 05:22