Wait!
I'm coming undone
Irate!
I'm coming undone
Too late!
I'm coming undone
One looks so strong, so delicate....
Wait!
I'm starting to suffocate!
And soon I anticipate
I'm coming undone
One looks so strong, so delicate....
You got a smile so bright
You know you could have been a candle
I'm holding you so tight
You know you could have been a handle
The way you swept me off my feet
You know you could have been a broom
The way you smell so sweet
You know you could have been some perfume
Well, you could have been anything that you want to
And I can tell
The way you do the things you do
As pretty as you are
You know you could have been a flower
Your good looks was a minute
You know that you could have been an hour
The way you stole my heart
You know you could have been a cuckoo
And baby you're so smart
You know you could have been a schoolbook
Well you could have been anything that you want to
And I can tell
The way you do the things you do
You make my life so rich
You know you should have been some money
Baby you're so sweet
You know you should have been some honey
Well you could have been anything that you want to
And I can tell
The way you do the things you do
You're really swept me off my feet
You make my life complete
You make my life so bright
You make me feel all right
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
Let me die,
Go away,
I never got what I wanted,
I never got what I needed,
What's on my mind,
Who can say?
It's my invention I'm beating,
I can not stop all this bleeding,
I'll be ready,
Give me the morphine and I'll go to sleep,
As I dream maybe I will just slide away,
Let me go I'll be fine,
Frozen here in time,
Sick of being alive,
You had me from the start Although you never Loved me with your heart I've come to understand The fact that you just Love me as a friend
Got stuck on a battlefield Back off; it's not real My mind is a fighter's shield But I'm not made of steel
Got stuck on a battlefield It's right, so wrong And it feels like poison Still I'm standing tall
Every single time we touch Feel I need you way too much Until I'm going crazy And now I know...
Last edited by Wakeful Dreamer. : 31-10-2009 at 04:10 PM.
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
I couldn't give a damn what you say to me
I don't really care what you think of me
'Cause either way you're gonna think what you believe
There's nothing you could say that could me.
Now I'll play your ghost as my ace, whenever I'm led astray.
But I am actually good, can't help it if we're tilted.
I'm in my right place, don't be a downer.
I don't want to die....but I ain't keen on living either
I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life, as by the obstacles overcome whilst trying to succeed
Experience is the toughest teacher because she gives the test first, and then the lesson.
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference
escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
'Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.'
['There is only one thing we say to death. Not today'.']
'We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.’ – Oscar Wilde
‘It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back.’ Sydney Carter
'Cause everyone is a f**king pro,
And they all got answers from troubles they've known.
And they all gotta say what you should and shouldn't do,
Though they don't have a clue.
And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And when I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
-------------------------------------------
cause i struggle with forward motion
i struggle with forward motion
we all struggle with forward motion
cause forward motion is harder than it sounds
well everytime i gain some ground
i gotta turn myself around again
it's harder than it sounds
well everytime i gain some ground
i gotta turn myself around again
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
Rush in way too fast - Why do I always do it? Thinking this might last - How could I be so stupid?
But this time I'm not okay. No, I need to breathe again. 'Cause I can't be Alone again...
Stone cold and hurt inside Not what I wanted to be. I don't sleep Its kinda hard when you cry...
But this time it's not all right. No, I need to find someone...
Last edited by Wakeful Dreamer. : 02-11-2009 at 06:27 AM.
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it.
I just want you back for good.
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it.
You'll be right and understood.
