Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Don't be presumptuous.

I feel like puking.

I cannot believe myself.

I am so emotionally unstable right now.

What the fuck's wrong with me?

Hate. I hate.

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift,
the baffled king composing Hallelujah . . .

Hallelujah . . .

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof; her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair; she broke your throne; she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah . . .

Hallelujah . . .

Maybe I have been here before
I know this room; I have walked this floor; I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch; love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah . . .

Hallelujah . . .

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too,
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah . . .

Hallelujah . . .

Maybe there's a God above,
and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night; it's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

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