Kdo ve, zakaj se stvari obrnejo tako? Kdo ve, kaj mi je storiti? Pravijo, da odpuščanje osvobodi človeka, zamere pa vlečejo navzdol. Vendar, kaj pa če sem človek, ki se hrani z maščevanjem? Ki mora vrniti tisto, kar mu je bilo slabega storjeno, s še slabšim?
Kaj pa si res zasluži? Kruto maščevanje, ignoranco za nekaj dni, odpuščanje, ignoranco za vedno, spet nov trud? Pogosto sem (sva) govoril(a), da se ne ozirava na ostale. Mogoče bi se zdaj moral ozreti na ostale in jih poslušati. Hladen rez za vedno. Odmeva iz ust vseh. Direktno v moje čelo, nato odmevi počasi pronicajo v notranjost. Kaj izbrati?
Nikoli pozabiti, nikoli odpustiti?
Ne pozabiti, vendar odpustiti?
Ponuditi novo možnost?
Maščevati z vsem gnevom in gnusom, ki se nabira v meni?
No. No more messages, emails. I’m too afraid of you… So afraid, that I’m using english here. I don’t think you’ll ever see this, listen to it, take the time to inhale, to read… So I keep it to myself somehow… I listen to it, I read…
There’s something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you’re so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Theres something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
