Run,
Running all the time
Running to the future
With you right by my side
Me,
I’m the one you chose
Out of all the people,
You wanted me the most.
I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen,
Help me up, lets keep on running
Don’t let me fall out of love
Running running, as fast as we can
Do you think we’ll make it?
We’re running, keep holding my hand
So we dont get seperated
Be,
Be the one I need
Be the one I trust most
Don’t stop inspiring me
Sometimes it’s hard to keep on running,
We work so much to keep it going
Don’t make me want to give up…
20090807 @ 0057
because everyone gets a bit confused with the mess that is my life, my mother and all of her side are from Cyprus. But her immediate family (aka mom dad and 3 younger siblings) moved to birmingham for my uncle george to get treated. My dad and his side are from Thessaloniki in Greece.
Mom moved to Greece fell in love with a berk and created two extremely beautiful children.. we lived there until i was 8, then my mother, me and jason moved to Brum to be with my grandparents, uncles and aunt.
I’m english, greek & cypriot. Not that this is any of your business, but I have a dual nationality passport Uk and Elladaaaa. Just throwing that in for size.. what else?
I’ve never lived in Cyprus, but i’ve got soooo much family there. I go there all the time to see everyone and get a slammin’ tan.. but I’m a city girl and miss Thessaloniki so much, sometimes. I miss the culture. We don’t smash plates, barely any greeks do. So you know. the end.
20090629 @ 1752
the motorway won’t take a horse
the wanderer has found a course to follow and
the traveller unpacked his bags for the last time and
the troubadour cut off his hand, now he wants mine
oh no, not me.
the circus girl fell off her horse, now she’s paralysed
the hitchiker was bound and gagged, raped on the road side
and the libertine is locked in jail
the pirate sunk and broke his sail
But I’ve still got to go, I’ve got to go, so here I go
I’m gonna run the risk of being free
The magicians secrets all revealed
And the preachers lies are all concealed
All our heroes lack any conviction
they shout through the bars of cliche and addiction
So I’ve got to go, I’ve got to go, so here I go
I’m gonna run the risk of being free, being free
Living in this drought of truth and redemption
whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention
So we pass the mic and they’ve got nothing to say except:
‘bow down, bow down, bow down to your God’
and we all hit the floor and make ourselves an idol to bow before
well I can’t and I won’t bow down anymore.
No more.
I’m doneeeeee letting myself get comfortable in fantasies.
Completely done. There’s not enough time, maynnn.
20090629 @ 0043
