Come Hither.

How can I stand here, and not be moved by you?





The Midway State ; Nobody Understands

Can't cool off. You're on fire.
No cold tears gonna put you out.
You're awake, in love, you're wired.
Kissed her goodnight, now you walk by yourself.

You're so confused cause they told you,
"Be careful, you know she's a mess.
She is a bad situation, that girl is always depressed."
But there's something you feel, they can't see it
she is the one that ignites what you got inside.
What you just can't hide.

The way you love her, nobody understands.
The way you feel her, oh, it's above their heads.
The way you bleed her, nobody understands you, boy.
Nobody understands.

You're awake and you're on fire,
burning up with how you feel.
Yeah, she's a freak and she's a liar,
but you're in love with the girl she's concealed.

You're so confused cause they told you,
"Her father was bad, he was messed.
She is a hard situation, that girl is always depressed."
Where do you go when there's no one?
When no one believes in your love?
It all shines out when you kiss her mouth.

The way you love her, nobody understands.
The way you feel her, oh, it's out of your hands
The way you bleed her, nobody understands you, boy.
Nobody understands.

The way you love her, nobody understands.
The way you feel her, oh it's above their heads.
The way you bleed her, nobody understands you, boy.
Nobody understands.

The way you love her, nobody understands.
The way you feel her, oh it's above their heads.
The way you bleed her, nobody understands you, boy.
Nobody understands.
Nobody understands you, boy. Nobody understands.
Nobody understands you, boy. Nobody understands.







The headshrinkers call it paranoia and when it gets bad they put you away. Because, after all, people who think everyone in the world wants to kill them, can be dangerous.

I hate that new therapist. That bloody amateur. I can read thoughts better than you, for crying out loud. Why do they have to give me a goddamn male, no shit? I don't need a guy to solve my issues, and besides, what do guys know about emotional turmoils? They do not have oestrogen, to begin with. They only have uncontrollable testosterone level ... Oh, sorry, you don't even know your sexual orientation, do you? FYI, mister, your mind, and my mind, function on a totally different basis, on a totally different arena. Get the fuck lost. I demand a replacement.

*NOTE: I am not being sexist here, but seriously, what the fuck do guys know about heartfelt conversations? NIL. NADA. ZILCH.



So long, folks.

Gentle breeze alongside changing waves.