house of the risin' sun

feel like the cuts on my skin are always bleeding; it feels like being an open wound, bleed and bleed and bleed and never healing. i feel like walking on broken glasses، feel like breathing the dust, like drinking the poison, i feel like falling off a bridge; even if i know, even if it hurts, i still let it bleed, these cuts will always bleed.

oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head

it's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes strength to be gentle and kind
over and over...

i know it's over
and it never really began
but in my heart it was so real

"you don't know about real lose, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself."

"if i asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable, known someone that couch level you with her eyes, feelin' like god put on an angel on earth just foe you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell, and you wouldn't know what's it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever, through anything, through cancer, and you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply you."

"i ask you about war, you'd probably throw shakespeare at me right? "one more into the breach, dear friends.", but you've never been near one. you've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his las breath looking to you for help."

"if i asked you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, you may have been laid a few times, but you can't tell me what it feels like to woke up next to a woman and feel truly happy."

"you're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea of what you talking about; you've never been out of boston. so if i asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written, i'll bet you can't tell me what's it smells like in sistine chapel, you never actually stood there and looked up at the beautiful celling."