I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can takeI’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
2 Comments To "“…Every step that I take is another mistake to you”"
#1 Comment By Carlos On septiembre 5, 2006 @ 6:42 PM
a semejante ejercicio de valentía, ardor y cosa buena para el alma le va bien, lo que sigue, de Charles Bukowski…
“ A Definition ”
love is a light at
night running through the fog
love is a beer cap
stepped on while on the way
to the bathroom
love is the lost key to your door
when you’re drunk
love is what happens
one year in ten
love is a crushed cat
love is the old newsboy on the
corner who has
given it up
love is what you think the other
person has destroyed
love is what vanished with the
age of battleships
love is the phone ringing
the same voice or another
voice but never the right
voice
love is betrayal
love is the burning of the
homeless in the alley
love is steel
love is the cockroach
love is a mailbox
love is rain upon the roof
of an old hotel
in Los Angeles
love is your father in a coffin
(who hated you)
love is a horse with a broken
leg
trying to stand
while 45,000 people
watch
love is the body we boil
like the lobster
love is everything we said
it wasn’t
love is the flea you can’t
find
and love is a mosquito
love is 50 grenadiers
love is an empty
bedpan
love is a riot in San Quentin
love is a madhouse
love is a donkey standing in a
street of flies
love is an empty barstool
love is the film of the Hindenburg
curling to pieces
a moment that still screams
love is Dostoyevsky at the
roulette wheel
love is what crawls along
the ground
love is your woman dancing
pressed against a stranger
love is an old woman
stealing a loaf of
bread
and love is a word used
too much and
much
too soon.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI – “The Night Mad With Footsteps”
#2 Comment By Knight of the Moon On octubre 16, 2006 @ 11:29 AM
A mí también me gusta la música de Linkin’ Park, sobre todo la de “In the End” y “Numb” :P