and to old to just break free and run
Nu l-am mai ascultat pe jeff Buckley de vreo 4-5 ani. Nu am mai ascultat o gramada de muzica de cativa ani. nu sunt eu ceea ce sunt. nu sunt eu in oglinda, nu sunt eu in actiuni, nu sunt eu in felul in care ma bucur sau ma supar. nu sunt eu in hainele pe care le port, filmele la care ma uit, ceea ce mananc si ceea ce beau sau nu beau.
sunt ca un caine batut prea multa vreme care cand vede un om, isi pleaca capul, strange coada intre picioare si incearca sa se ascunda in timp ce fixeaza cu privirea posibilul agresor. dar el nu e un agresor, e doar un om.
ma sperie varsta asta, faptul ca trebuie sa iau decizii pentru o viata, faptul ca nu pot sa am incredere, ca simt ca eu renunt la tot ce mi-a pregatit viata asta si nu stiu daca merita, daca cel de langa mine nu o sa ma dezamageasca si o sa ma faca sa simt ca am pierdut ani din viata. cum poti sa stii ca esti pe drumul cel bun?
ma simt ca isi cum as fi pusa pe un raft. tinuta, ingrijita, observata. dar niciodata luata la joaca. or eu inca vreau sa ma joc. daca ceea ce am acum ma asteapta si in urmatorii 50 de ani atunci e un compromis mult prea mare.
sunt prea vie pentru a trai asa cum traiesc acum.sau poate am uitat cum e sa traiesti. insa in mod clar, stilul meu de viata s-a schimbat intr-un mod foarte nesatisfacator.
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom’s not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
but I would not want
You any other way.
Cause,
It’s not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don’t want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we’ll be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.
But,
It’s not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don’t want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it’s something you’ll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can this mean anything to me
If I really don’t feel anything at all?
I’ll keep digging till
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
Tool – (i used to love u ..but somehow, i forgot u)
