3/8-10: A fighter and a quiter


Yeah Im a fighter
Somedays I only of think of fighting
I would never ever think of giving up,
stop trying
And tomorrow Im a quiter
Yeah a quiter sick of living
Sick of always being the one
who does the giving
I'm sitting on the balcony.
Smoking my last ciggarette.
I hear something say "how could he".
You were soo perfect.
I wish I could fight as I did before
And still be myself.
But it's not the same anymore.
Silent voices dont exist. Nowadays we yell.
You think it is so damn fucking funny for me
All I do when we fight is to think of all our memories
Thinking back everytime looking back just to figure out
What the hell we did wrong and what you think about
My thoughts are only questions and to you I only do wrong
I dont even know what I do, but I know I must stay strong
Cause I can feel that this shit will go on on and on
Till the day we cant talk no more, till were fucking done
But still then I will sit and wonder what the fuck happend
Where did the happiness go? the love and the laughing
It's over man..
I'm leaving you, I know you dont want me
Im just so pissed that I cant see
Couldn't see what the fuck you did to me
Now I'm just left here with a broken heart, dark melody
I guess its now when Im suppose to feel free
But I aint
I only feel free and wonderful when it's with you
But it aint gonna happen again, I mean what to do?..
But I meant every word I said
When I told you that you were the only one in my head
Who I thought of, loved, adored and more
But now I sit here fucking crying till I collapse and my body hits the floor
I never wanted this to happen man..
Just wish that you would understand

/ Amanda Andersson

14/7-10: all i wanna say is

Skrev nyss den här;

You can try to knock me down and beat me up on my own garden

But never that I'll give up 'fore i try and i have fought 'em

This world is full of shit and people in it they can't speak for

themselves, they can't express themselves and that's not what we're here for

We're here to live our lives and fucking own every moment

Express ourselves have liberty, can't hide it gotta show it

But yeah you take some punches 'fore you learn how to handle it

But when you come back stronger you are there to stay and gamble it

I can fucking swear that Im gonna stop taking their shit

One more word from anyone, I'll be so much more than pissed

Cause all you fucking idiots that once had bring me down

You didn't know you somehow helped, liberty is what I've found

I'mma stand up for myself and if you ever doubt me again

Do you want me to step on you and show the fucking same end?

You can either love or hate this human I am but understand

If you ever need my help I won't reach out my hand

You see, I had to do this all alone and even tho' I had my homies

Some of them weren't so real, dirt they fucking throw on me

Acted like all of them others who just wanna know the feeling

Of expressing how they feel, but they' cant, can't keep it real in

the real world they are absolutely empty and so silent

But then I come and break you'r silence, man I turned so violent

But all I'm tryna say is that you're nothing without words

If ever want to be something, make sure that you'll be heard


4/7-10: a hell for me

Imagine what it would be like

To see it all just pass you by

But you're being suspicious

Cause you already seen these times

The heartache is the strongest pain

That I am fighting every day

All my thoughts and memories

have turned into a hell for me

I'm high on all the love I get

Thankfull that I get some help

Praying every night, it'll be right

That one day I'm fine

Anxiety's still fucking me up

I just keep on falling when I'm standing on the top

Painting on my body when I feel down "fuck it"

All the pain, I'm not protected, I just can't block it

Writing down my thoughts, they turn to notes and a song

Everytime it's all the same, explaining that I'm not strong

Enough to handle and gamble through this life

That I'm sick and tired and crying tears can't make it right

Painting one or two pictures just so I can show

All the things about this little girl that you didn't know



Every weekend drinking, I just felt how I was sinking

Lower than the bottom, there's no end, I couldn't fought 'em

Now it's been two years since I begun to feel pain

Two fucking years of screaming and scars from all blades

Two fucking years that I've been feeling the same

Two fucking years that I've been lost in the game

But I'm starting all over, try to live a new way

But even tho' how hard I try, the shit in me will just stay

I was feeling fine and I laughed just yesterday

But I've been thinking and kept sinking, if you look at today

I have thoughts inside of me that just can't be explained

Fucking nightmares in my head even tho' I'm awake

I could say that I feel better mentally, but that be lying

And what would that be of a start if I just stopped fighting?

Fighting for my life, to be sober leave the poision

I can't keep walking on this road making these fucking choices


19/6-10: afraid to loose

you have no choice right now
youre in the game some how
when you where born you did roll your first dice
so now youre stuck in this
and the world give a piss
just play the game and dont give up at the first try

you are behind
you change your mind
youve seen so many loose this time
when you are near
you stay right there
to have a safe place

youre afraid to loose
think you can not win
but you have to choose
to loose or win

it all repeats itself
and you keep asking for help
they give you a bit and then youre all by your own
youre sick of everytime
when you keep falling behind
but you cant change a dice thats already thrown

you always fail
can never win
youve seen so many loose this time
you realize
you cant deny
that youre sick of life

youre afraid to loose
think you can not win
but you have to choose
to loose or win

time to this, time to do that
you wonder why youre in a world so black
just play by the rules and if they ask for it, just be cruel
just stick up for you

afraid to loose
think you can not win can not win can not win
afraid to loose

11/6-10: god must've heard my prayers

god must've heard my prayers
for the first time it feels right, i found a saviour
someone who understands, who will listen, who will say
that all of my problems will be solved and run away
someone that i find real and has been there too
someone who was a rebel and who did shit too
i never thought that a person could tell me that
one day you'll be okay and you wont relive your past
but i have done it many times and then fall right back
how many times have i said "it all goes too fast"?
but i know i could do with the help i have now
i will grow and understand it all somehow
cause through shit i have been more stronger
i can take more pain and more shit more longer
til i break down and i cry a river
but hopefully imma be better and now its me that delivers
i can help my friends that is here too
but first i must be healed and feel free and truth
is something i must find and bring it to you to
and forget about my past, i really must do
cause i'll gone for a while to grow up
and when i come back i will stand on the top
i can take more than just one shot
and when they want to do shit, i can say stop
imma be living


9/6-10: a fist full

a fist full of attitude
a fist full of shit
a fist full of everything
that you'll never get
a fist full of pride
a fist full of business
a fist full of everything
that's worthless

youre walking there alone
and you keep looking around
are you paranoid ?
you dont even make a sound

im walking here with peeps
and they all look at me
the craziest in town
a reputation i will keep

a fist full of attitude
a fist full of shit
a fist full of everything
that you'll never get
a fist full of pride
a fist full of business
a fist full of everything
that's worthless

summertime is here
my confidence is good
where it has been
i have never understood

looking around
see them boys on the beach
every hot thing keeps dancing to the beat
my eyes stops on him
and the way his body swing
my eyes are getting bigger
i can hardly move a thing

a fist full of attitude
a fist full of shit
a fist full of everything
that you'll never get
a fist full of pride
a fist full of business
a fist full of everything
that's worthless

and now i realize
the boy who caught my eyes
is the paranoid freak who kept looking down
so now i realize
the boy's stuck on my mind
i wish i had him now
but im still happy that i found:
my fist full of attitude
a fist of shit
a fist full of everything
and him i'll never get
but my fist full of pride,
bigger than the business
a fist full of everything,
youre worthless

a fist full of attitude
a fist full of shit
a fist full of everything
on me you'll never get

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