lyrics..

"How Does It Feel"

I'm not afraid of anything
I just need to know that i can breathe
I don't need much of anything
But suddenly, suddenly
I am small and the world is big
All around me is fast moving
Surrounded by so many things
But suddenly, suddenly
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?
I'm young, and I am free
But I get tired, and I get weak
I get lost, and I can't sleep
But suddenly, suddenly

you don't realize that you love someone untill you don't lose him...

I look for you here and there but i see
nothing,
I wait for you but you will never
come.
I'm sitting in the window, staring at the passing people by
but they are not you,
I had a dream but then i woke up and i saw you are not around
like you used to be,
Since you died , you left me so empty,
so many words unspoken inside me, so many things undone,
since you died i'm changed, i lost my way, i lost myself, i lost my faith.
There are 3 months passed...but it was like yesterday when i had a call with the bad news ...For all that time i passed many test, some i took and some i felt....
The child in me died..and i strongly kept is so many years...
But there is a thing that bothers me so much..why did you left without saying even a word? Everytime i hear the word father is makes me sad...because i have no one who i can call this word...i cry a lot..and i had never cry so much before...
its like myself is painted in black ...i don't know when i will get over all...maybe never... I have so many words inside me..they fills me up and they will explode soon...

the animals... from the the place i work

to someone i lost...

He is gone and he left some things behind:
he left his coffee untouched,
his lunch in the half,
his family alone,
his dog homeless,
his cigarete still burning,
his parants unvisit,
his shoes unweared,
his clothes unwashed,
his jaket hanged on the wall,
his pictures in the box of the memory,
his faith behind the sins,
his eyes on his doughter face,
his voice in his children past,
his moves in the middle,
all he left was million unspoken words...
many moments that he will miss and letters
that he will never write... one lost life...