playground school bell rings again
rain clouds come to play again
has no one told you she's not breathing?
hello i'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
hello

if i smile and don't believe
soon i know i'll wake from this dream
don't try to fix me i'm not broken
hello i'm the lie living for you so you can hide
don't cry

suddenly i know i'm not sleeping
hello i'm still here
all that's left of yesterday

Its four in the morning, the end of december
Im writing you now just to see if youre better
New york is cold, but I like where Im living
Theres music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that youre building your little house deep in the desert
Youre living for nothing now, I hope youre keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
Youd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobodys wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see janes awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
Im glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

sincerely, l. cohen

And in the end. In the end if you don't know where your going. then what are you.
What are you. People ask that everyday. WHat are they. They don't know where they are
Whether there coming or going. I don't know what I am. What I feel or what I want.
Sometimes i just want to die. I want to end everything. It's easier. Easier to forget
the thought of being me. Being something that isn't real. Something That doesn't want
to exist. Sometimes I want to dream. Dream SO MUCh i bleed. Because i know if i bleed
i will know this pain is real. Know that I'm here everyday knowing, thinking, living
it's all here. its me.
I want to cry out so loud that even i can't take it. But theres no one to hear me.
hear the hurt hear the pain i feel. People wonder why i so happenly have this unhappiness.
I don't know. I don;t know why i feel like this.

I ache in every breath. I fear every moment. The tears run down my face as if theres
an end approaching, and there is. My end My moment where i give in. My sacrifice of hope.
Its here.

There was something. the something that stopped me from feeling this. But It's came back and i can't get
it away. I don't know any better than to bleed.

Theres so much hurt in me no one see's it. I'm just a carcus. I walking talking nothing.
I want to be somebody so much. But i wont give myself a chance. I REFUSE TO.
it's weird. i sometimes think that I'M worth something more. something much more than
what i've already given.

I sit and cry
sit and hope
hope that this misery will just die
but its in me now,
theres no going back.
theres no going back from what i am
what ive become
its in my blood in my veins in my soul

So what do u do when you know that.
Know what your to become.
nothing.
empty inside
knowing nothing else.
wanting everything but not making an effort to reach it.

You just lose.
Thats me a loser.
I dont need friends.
Need family or a lover.

whaT DO I DO WHEN I HURT them
when i hurt myself because thats what i do.
i just hurt myself

I just lay here in pain
loving them in pain