Weak

This is not how I feel now, but I can't discard getting back to such feelings... This was written in 2000, when I went thru a rough depression... I was close to suicide this time... In this moments, not even my strenght was enough with the burden...


I got thousdand songs that I haven't finished
am scared to evidence my weakness and my dawns
I don't wanna speak about something disgusting
but extrement throbs in the flows from my heart
Beg you pardon me Lord, I shouldn't think so
It's not your fault my God, don't mean to tell so

Am a man drowned in his own tears
Refusing to say so and appearing as a freak
And I know there are worse situations outside
but knowing there are sicknesses, don't quite heal my heart
I got thousdand of men within every neuron
Demons and angels in a conquest war
in such war many kids have been brutally murdered
when i check up such conflicts, I fear what still stands...

And I should have more joy and
Should try to feel fine
Being nice with the neighboor
and show a nice smile
But if you feel like dying
and you stay alive
but the troubles bite you
like ants come and bite your hand
and I try to control it
I really try hard
But if I explode with my issues
just try to keep in mind
that I can be so strong
But ultimately a man,
after all an all
am a weak man...