Mad wrote:
Mad wrote:
album tis xronias. arrwstainw.
Loipon, edw h periptwsh einai polu endiaferousa kai logw stixwn. Duo paradeigmata:
Just Exist :I was once asked how I’d like to be remembered
and I simply smiled and said “I’d rather
stay forever.” It was possibly my loudest cliché
but felt better than just walking away. I don’t
know what my legacy will be. A song, some
words I wrote, or a kid I’ll never see. All of
these things scare me half to death. I’ll suffer
the day just hoping for the best. But that’s not
to say I don’t think that all of this can change.
But that’s not to say I won’t wake up some day
with a lion’s pride that I’m going to be okay.
If again I’m asked how I’d like to be remembered,
next time I’ll be better prepared for
the answer, but you’ll never know much of
the truth, so I’ll just exist. It’s all I can do. So
much to consider and too much to grasp. To
swallow mortality is enough of a task and
leaving your mark is just too much to ask.
I’ll just bow my head and leave out the back.
Is Survived By :It’s a song of thanks sung by a hack. When
the reflection of yourself just won’t look
back. It’s that panic you feel when you don’t
know what to say when everyone wants in
and you want the subject to change. Because
I’ve been swallowed up and I’ve been split in
two and I’m not sure which is me and who I
respond through. So notify my next of kin
and let them know there’s so much more
to believe in. It doesn’t have to be based
on blood because the next in line shouldn’t
have to know what they’re made of. This is
survived by who held me up. This is survived
by who sang the song. And that sense of
purpose has made it all worth it. So write a
song that everyone can sing along to / So
when you’re gone you can live on, they won’t
forget you. This is survived by a love. This is
survived by a cause; that you aren’t the only
who remembers what it was. This is survived
by a love. This is survived by a wish; that
you won’t let down who has attached themselves
to it. This is survived by a love. This is
survived by a fear; that all that’s left when said
and done is words you will never ever hear.