Addition of week 9, March 1st - March 7th, 1999
It's Far From Over
Pale sunlight,
grey skies.
I'm tired,
oh, so tired.
It's got to end.
I feel irresponsibly tired.
I need to breathe
I need to relax
When strained too much
you're at risk of breaking,
snap,
like a dry twig
under the feet of elephants
People don't understand
it's far from over
They uncomfortably squirm and say
"It's good it's over,
that you have it behind you now".
Little do they know.
They know not of the stress
or the fear that she'll die.
I'm still under preassure
but they know not
how or why.
- by Teenah
- 1998-11-13
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Addition of week 10, March 8th - March 14th, 1999
Faith Lost and Gone
I've lost faith in tomorrow
I don't believe in a spring to come
I'm not burried in pain or sorrow
but I've given things a thought.
I've done things for the wrong reasons
and I haven't changed.
I'm thinking of whether to continue the hypocrisy, the lie,
and keep doing the right things for the wrong reasons
or to be honest to myself
and do the wrong things for the right reasons.
- by Teenah
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Addition of week 11, March 15th - March 21st, 1999
Missing You
I keep thinking of you
and that I'd like to meet with you
but I don't have a clear idea
of what I'd be saying
or what we'd be doing
I only know I miss you
and want to spend some time with you
- by Teenah
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Addition of week 12, March 22nd - March 28th, 1999
-på varsin kant-
Jag känner igen det där
fast jag kanske inte vill
Du ligger där och längtar bort
med en egendomlig blick
Jag vet att det är så ibland
Att man inte räcker till
så många drömmar drömda
om det man aldrig fick
Men du tystnar alltid då och då
och bygger upp din mur
som skyddar dig från allt det där
som gnager och förtär
Du tror att allt blir bättre så
men kan du säga hur
jag ska veta allt det där
som bara tankar är
Men jag är inte bättre jag
Jag vet - du har sagt det förr
Vi släpper aldrig in varann
Vi står på varsin kant
Ingen får passera där
Vi låser själens dörr
Gömmer oss för varandra
Av rädsla – Inte sant?
- av aggeman
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Addition of week 13, March 29th - April 4th, 1999
Walking in silent dreams so sweet
Walking in silent dreams so sweet
Walking in silence down your street
I see she has lit a candle for you
there probably is a cup of tea too
Why don’t you take better care of what you have
Tomorrow it all might be gone away
You’re just like a butterfly, you fly like a bee
You’re flight between the ”flowers” appears stupid to me
Maybe she caused you the pain of a great loss
Maybe you should let bygones be bygones
I don’t know the answers, I don’t know your quest
Maybe you should let the past be the past
- by Teenah
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