Müde

My fingers ache from clenching this fist
My eyes still burn
I'm pouring my heart through these telephone wires
I'm getting the notion that you've become tired
And you've become tired

Sleep forces itself on me
Escaping reality
Sleep forces itself on me
Escaping reality

Zeit nehmen

If I had stopped to listen once or twice
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart
I'd not be on this road tonight

Carry on

Never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesnt save you from your troubled mind

(James Taylor // That lonesome road)

eigenweltlich

Manchmal bedeutet Glück, etwas nicht zu begreifen.

(Francois Lelord // Hectors Reise)

Bleibt alles anders

Maybe in a month or two,
Maybe when things are different for me,
Maybe when things are different for you
You know all of this shit, just sticks in my head

Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are different these days

(Counting Crows // Chelsea)

Kleine Zeichen

This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down
so the placing goes slowly.
The picture's of anything other than it's meant to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.

Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go."

I've hidden a note,
it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back.
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

(Dashboard Confessional // This ruined Puzzle)