*Running Up the Hill

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
there is thunder in our hearts.

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, it's you and me.
It's you and me, won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
Say, if I only could...

"C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, ..."

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

The Refuge

Those fingers are hyper again.

And the mind has found inspiration.
That empty heart that knocks on the stranger’s door.

That cup on top of the wooden table.

Fill it up into satisfaction.
This empty space in an old forgotten home.

Light up the dark as he enters the room.

He brings nothing but complication.
That lonely soul he revisits every day.

A year has passed again.

And the words have worn out into incarceration.
The lonely man has found refuge in this conviction.

The skies are blue while it rains.

Thunder roars in its consummation.
But that sturdy heart rests on his shadow.

This is right but this is wrong.

The mind has lost all full control.
He whispers his arrival with scattered flames and abomination.

But the grip is made of bombs and bones.

The stronger it holds the mightier he goes.
That sturdy heart is wounded after all.

They are all warriors of warfare.

And they are stranded on the same ground.
Their empty hearts have left to find the taking.

Those tears are falling again.

And the mind is fighting with deception.
That lonely place of silence and fear.

That dose he left on the glass table.

A temporary high of pure attention.
The weak soul is confined begging for cure.

Cheer up the gloom as the memory dances.

He gives nothing but affection.
The aching heart is mended anyway.

Time has passed again.

The refuge rooted from misconception.
That dainty image is scarred with imperfection.

The man is confused again.

The wreckages were made to new construction.
That elusive scenery painted with guilt.

This is the beauty of his song.

When the heart finds nowhere to belong.
He takes away the pain like evanescent exultation.

yOu

You spend so much time trying to make yourself happy. You like to show off, you like to impress. You do whatever you want and you don’t care.

 

You have simple days and simple ways. You’re a happy-go-lucky. You’re always smart, you like to talk, and you are straightforward but not always.

 

You have your own share of qualms but you don’t show. You walk away from the dark because you want life to be all rainbows and butterflies.

 

You like to have fun. You like to satisfy your own needs and queries. You’re spontaneous and open-minded. You’re down-to-earth. You like feeling good.

 

But your head is in the clouds you never feel insecure. You are confident but you are frozen. You have a big ego, you are self-centered.

 

You are patient, you are kind, but you’re never thoughtful and you are blind. You like to go with the flow, you like to play safe.

 

Have you ever tried to make other people happy? To not think about yourself, to look outside and wonder what you could do for them needy?

 

Have you ever loved deeply? And give up things and make a choice. Have you ever cried because life isn’t perfect? Or did you run away because crying doesn’t feel good?

 

You keep away from blame, you hide away from pain. You try to protect yourself and you don’t care what other people say. You think about yourself all the time.

 

You’re friendly and you like to entertain. You like to be in the spotlight you forget about everything else backstage. You want to be awesome. You want to be cool.

 

You take things for granted because you want to enjoy your life. You like to flirt, get naughty and nice. You crave all human fun you can get because this is life for you.

 

Have you ever humbled yourself for the sake of others? Have you ever accepted the reality of the existence of the bad times? Like you have embraced the good ones.

 

Why are you frightened to open your eyes in the dark? Why are you taunted when it comes to laying the cards on the table? Is it really that you’re plain stiff, or, is your heart shielded by pride?

 

Have you ever sacrificed for a loved one? Would you give up your own pleasure to help them? Or would you rather lose them ones who cause you misery?

 

You’re optimistic. You’re enthusiastic. You’re full of life. You’re curious, you’re a genius. You are loved, you are liked.

 

But you don’t know that you’re special. You don’t know that to someone you are life.

 

You don’t know because you’re not listening. You don’t know because you’re busy minding your own life.

 

“If all else fails, would you be there to love me? When all else fails, would you be brave to see right through me?”