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I shared an appartment with my older brother for 8 years during my college years. During that time we had many arguments. I wrote this song to process my frustrations.
In my case, it's better not to live in the same appartment as my brother. We now live separately and we have a good and loving relationship.
Sleeping, I don't want to hear a sound.
The anger is controlling me. It's chaning me subcontiously, I'm trying hard to get unbound.
Fighting, the things I can't when I'm awake. Frustration takes a hold of me. The past is chasing me. I mourn the things that I have done.
My heart is stained, I'm falling down, trying to turn things around. Only silence now, I can't hear a sound, I'm under water and I'm starting to drown. My heart is Stained, I'm falling down, I'm trying to turn things around. I'm cracking up, inside my mind, the battle goes on.
I'm trying hard to understand, why we can't get along, why you have to, make wrinkles in my pond. The words that I can't find when I try to show you, the sinuosity of your thoughts, why can't you step out and see?
When is it turning,
when are we learning.
Where do we go, when is turning. where do we go, when are we learning.