DecemberWake me up when December Comes.
Ill see you when the snow has fallen.
Ill see you when the month starts with a D.
Beautiful, terrifying and magic at once.
Making homebrew, having fun
and cuddling all night long.
I can't wait...So Wake Me Up When December Comes
HeartThe best songs are the ones I write to you.
Your eyes stole my heart. Your heart is off by a beat, from time to time.
With my heart I hope you will be complete.
Stitch you together so you can breath.
I would hollow my heart if you needed a part.
My heart is pumping the right way
so that someday I can have you name.
Empty body far away.
Far from warmth and far from play.
Far from the mouth that makes a smile.
Its blue now. Cold and winter around.
It will heat with time.
It's called foreplay
Written by Camilla Moen
GoodbyeI saw you. You were there.
You were distant but you were.
Across the room with a strange smile.
Holding her hand.
I wisper goodbye.
What's done is done.
The computer or connection is lost.
It has gone into the darks of my eyes.
It is wispering with me goodbye.
Don't forget what was there.
We had our fun. But the past is in the blast
and we have moved on.
We are like flames in the water, it does not exist.
I Used To LoveI used to love.
I used to think of only you.
I would fantasize about our future.
The waves came and washed it all away.
The rain came and left nothing.
No kiss to make it better. No hugs, just bitterness.
Was it my fault? Thats how your song goes.
This is all on you, you said.
Now I know. It was meant to be.
I was a little girl dressed up like a grown up.
I kept my secrets to myself. You did too.
I did not trust.
Now we are gone. I used to love, but I love no more.
There are still things unsaid. Lets leave things as they are.
Lets forget. No more fantasies. Just thunder in the sky, and a last goodbye.
No kiss. No hugs. Just sadness. No more.
Fantasies crushed into the cave of the ocean. I watched you yesterday.
I realized I do not know. Im in the shadows of your lies.
Accept this goodbye.
So now im here.
Sun shining on my golden hair.
I cover my eyes.
The buildings on the street reflect my mood.
I used to think that lying was the key.
I used to think that I was free.
I would run the streets at night. City lights would guide me there.
Lights showing the road where I need to be.
I sold myself for you.
Lost in the ecco of your voice. Lost in all the lies.
I sold myself out short when I meet you.
Nothing to offer. I see u suffer. But you dont try.
Making a grave. Digging down all of you.
what have you done? I dont see the way out.
Lying is no good. It only hurt and it will hurt you too.
I used to be, and are now free. The city lights were there for me.
Yours are bearly shining. I hope you see the way that I dont see.
Sun shining on my golden hair. Yellow. Pretty. Happy.
The city-lights were there for me.
VampireWhite teeth in the gloom. Fangs hiding in her mouth, just waiting to cut loose. Darkness surrounding her. There is a sort of calm on the hill. She is facing the road below. Her feet are bare as they are touching the iced grass.
Intence eyes starring ahead. She is just following.
Like a statue she is frozen in place. Skin so thick it is hard to penetrate.
Looks of an Angel, but looks can decive. Her organs are like oxygen, impossible to hear.
Be affraid. That is what she wants. Eyes a color you will never have seen.
A myth, a warrior. Fighting to survive, just like the rest.
Once she had a heart, that connected her to us. Once she would get hurt. Hurt by even a paper. Blood would leave her skin, by the slightest cut.
As the years went by, she changed in unnatural ways. Changed into a beautiful crature that walks the night.
Once she had a husband, but that was before she learned control. Her self-control vanishes in the night. She feels sadness but she can not cry.
She could....The wind, singing on the window.
A new break is standing at her door.
Wake up, wake up, the last words they told her.
The rush of air , travelled from the shelter and went nowhere
Moist skin, but it has lost its license
Flew to fast
What could have been. She could have been one
of those things
Still a little flame, but it went missing in the rain
She just had one of those days
She could have been.
She could have been you