Trying to find the perfect picture
like the guys on the screen.

Aren’t we all
chasing that hit.

Unaware that we are,
we are missing it.

It’s not about the hits
or everything great.

It’s from the ordinary things
we should create.

I am a record on repeat.
I start over again.
I want to be your friend.
Let’s forget that we skipped a beat.

You are like super glue.
My head shake and shake,
but you won’t break.
Don’t I know your time is past due?

Things will never be the same.
The love is dead.
All there is, has been said.
Our history will go into a frame.

Don’t write that i’m the only one to blame.
Your world falls apart, you don’t know where to aim.

Don’t speak to me like i’m the monster under your bed.
The monster you see is created in your head.

Don’t shove all your angryness on my plate.
I don’t want the leftovers when you desecreate.

Don’t aim your words towards me anymore.
I’m no longer participating in this war.

And your farmer was a evil man,
who only wanted to be cruel.
And your only friend was Diane
a perverse and grumpy mule.

And your house was an old shack,
that always was covered in dirt.
And Diane was always on crack.
when she tried her best to flirt.

Things can be bad of course,
but they can also be worse.
Thank god you’re not a three legged horse,
or that Diane who is very perverse.

I wrote this for a friend (Chantie) who had had a bad. I thought she could need a laugh.

Why does it hurt so much,
even when you don’t talk.
Somehow i can’t shut you out,
I can’t let you walk.

No matter what I do,
everything gets wrong.
This is a never ending story,
it’s bittersweet song.

You try to keep silence,
but you can’t let go.
So you rip up my heart,
when it’s ready to grow.

And the knifes are still sharp,
your words they still hurt.
We are reaching a herd,
you don’t jump, you revert.

No matter what you do,
everything gets wrong.
This is a never ending story,
it’s bittersweet song.

Hush little girl
it’s no time to weep
I’ll be by your side
when you fall asleep

Wait for me darling
with your grace and pride
I’ll be with you soon
on the other side

in my dreams i’m still
the one i used to be
but when i look in the mirror
i don’t see me.

i belong to you and you belong to me.

i’ll be the fork, if you’re the knife
if you’re the man, i’ll be the wife
i’ll be the house, if you need home
i’ll be the shelter, if you need to roam

i belong to you and belong to me

It burries us.
Wraps us in darkness.
Obliterates us.
Paralyses us.
Blocks all senses.
Stops all thoughts.
Takes our life,
gives ut eternety.

see the beauty
that you cover inside
see the colors
that you hide.

my dutch tulip
rise and shine
i will make sure
everything will be fine

you’ll be standing
beside the rest
everyone will think
you’ve one of the best!