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sorry that i called late last night
whiskey by my side n i was losing my sight
yes u can call me a fiend
cause i was begging to breathe
n im the type of girl
thats nothing but trouble it seems
so ur doing the best
to give me my space
n i wish that wasn’t the case
but its true
now i got nothing but a heart attack love
i dunno y but its like its never enough
call me crazy but u should’ve known from the start
i got no room left in my heart
for you…
now when im laying in bed
at times i feel nothing but dread
wish there was more to this mess
but its through.
u c im an unnatural breed
got more than the average dreams
u don’t seem to fit it it seems
like i knew
yeah i got nothing but a heart attack love
i dunno y but its like its never enough
call me crazy but u should’ve known from the start
i got no room left in my heart
for you…
FUNERAL BLUES by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
whitney is my hero <3