i'm a prisoner
of word's unsaid
just lonely feelings
locked away in my head
i trap myself further
everytime i stay quiet
i should start to speak
but istop and stay silent
and now i have made my own hard bed
inside a prisoner of words unsaid
i am a P.O.W.
not a prisoner of war
a prisoner of words
like a soldier
i'm a fighter
yet only a puppet
mostly i only say
what anda wanna hear
could anda take it if i came clear?
atau would yourather see me
stoned on a drug of the M.I.A.
i guess that's what i am
scraping this cold earth
for a piece of myself
For Peace in myself
of word's unsaid
just lonely feelings
locked away in my head
i trap myself further
everytime i stay quiet
i should start to speak
but istop and stay silent
and now i have made my own hard bed
inside a prisoner of words unsaid
i am a P.O.W.
not a prisoner of war
a prisoner of words
like a soldier
i'm a fighter
yet only a puppet
mostly i only say
what anda wanna hear
could anda take it if i came clear?
atau would yourather see me
stoned on a drug of the M.I.A.
i guess that's what i am
scraping this cold earth
for a piece of myself
For Peace in myself
To her, memeories are a painful reminder of the past. She has a box full of them. She has an idea. She takes the box full of memories to a field. She opens it and takes out the worst memory of all. It's a picture of them smiling. She gets angry and rips it in half. She takes a lighter and sets the picture on fire. She sets it on the box. All the memeories she kept hidden, go up in flames. She smiles, then leaves. The flames eventually die down. Her memories are completely lost. And she's happy about it.
