| Walk Away
I sold my innocence for pride
Crushed the end within my stride
Said I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds a black in tear, oh
And I am cold, yes, I'm cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
I love the sound of you walking away, walking away, hey hey
Why don't you walk away?
Why don't you walk away?
Why don't you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Won't you walk away
No quake will split the ground
Won't you walk away
The sun won't swallow the sky
Won't you walk away?
Statues will not cry
Won't you walk away
Why don't you walk away?
Why don't you walk away?
Why don't you walk away?
Hey
mmmmm
I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold, I am old
At least as old as you are
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
And as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
My headstone crumbles down
As you walk away
The Hollywood winds will howl
As you walk away
The Kremlin's falling
As you walk away
Radio Four is static
As you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Hey
-franz ferdinand
the truth is that im not so good at showing how my head works, so i will trust that if this was meant to be read by those eyes, the good forces of nature will guide her.
myth: life is easy.
truth: i watched her walk away without saying a god forsaken word.
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| "To all of you who believe that your god is going to solve all of your problems for you, when you perish, i look forward to seeing you in the soil just like everyone else; and i will look into your cold and lifeless eyes and say: "i bet now you wish you would have lived your life to the fullest." "
-someone wise
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
-nietzshe
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| its ok, allow yourself a little hate. hatred is not so bad when directed at injustice. |
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| the blue picture stays in the field
the market place has survived under pounds of concrete
and MTV still gives me hell to pay
burton ridge is still being held under the same (and better) management
the flowers are still not sent
and its been 8 weeks and 6 days
the pool side still glistens with the same bitterness
the chairs in the congregation are still arranged in the same way
and by god, the floor is the equivelent of the pits of hell
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| Maybe this will be my year.
There is no past, there is no future. There is only now.
Truth is ussually subjective to the present situation. So throw yourself in.
faith is, at best, a window dressing.
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