ולו רק לחלוחית של אור...

Why dwell on your pain
the open wounds that never heal
Why not run away to a different plane
where only strangers meet, lovers do not
For to love is to invite misery
and I am no longer that sort of fool.
I can run. I run fast.
I run great distances.
Fueled by cynicism and anger and disappointment
Why dwell on my suffering
What good could become of it?
Only lonesome and regret
Not for us dear.
But for the promises I made to myself
in all the wile we stade together.
And all the wile I kept to my self.
Never sharing my love with you
Only demanding more and more sacrifice
I was once a bloodthirsty beast.
Today I comprehend that we are only humans
From dust to dust.
Oh who would save me from myself?
I try to emancipate but that
only seems to get me into trouble.
So, I run fast out the door
and every night I repeat
I run as fast as my legs take me
To strangers open arms
And filthy beds
I run and I run and I continue running
I breathe heavily, to survive
I am running it seems for my life.
It appears to me, from these depths of pure pain
To be the only answer for surviving
The wounds are too deep
and soon i would run out of strength to fight
for this dammed sort of life.
I come not from self-pity but from helplessness
Perhaps even ignores
Too many bad choices
Too many strangers beds.
Far too much silence.
Why dwell on your pain
The open wounds that never heal
Why live to see the day
your lover is.....