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"It's a nice way, I think
To wake up with you
A nice way
I'm separated from you."

I worry that I can't give you what you need
That you'll find nothing underneath the peel
That I can't undo the times we disagreed
That I can't ignore the way I feel

'Cos what I feel is the only truth I know
And I get by on this naivete of youth

If what I feel is the only truth
And what I give out will make up what I'll receive
Can I leave behind my naivete of youth?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
I believe

Could you hold us up if I would drag us down?
Resurrect emotions from our past
And if they had a king for fools would you wear the crown?
Build us up again and make us last

'Cos what I feel is the only truth for me
And I get by on this naivete of youth

If what I feel is the only truth
And what I give out will make up what I'll receive
Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?

And if we don't worry about a thing
Will we be sorry when the rain is falling again
And what does it matter
If fortune should favor
It's never the final amen

If what I feel is the only truth
And what I give out will make up what I'll receive
Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
I believe


-Poets of the Fall

The sink is filled with water
Splashing down to my feet.
Water tastes like petrol.
God, theyÂ’d love this scene.

I am a suicide without a cause
A death without the press
A virus without a meaning
A love without the lovers.

They told me,
lifeÂ’s rough
But they forgot to mention,
the sun always takes its own.
They ask me,
whyÂ’d you do something like this?
But fuck,
since when IÂ’ve had the answers?