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Life?I can't find a face I hear ghosts
Maybe it is real Am I?
I really dont like the fire dont know why you say yes
Take the smoke away from me
What is this?
I just cant
Spaces that dont belong to me
Im in the middle of a thing totally strange
I hear them but I dont see
People walking side to side
Are they smiling at me?
I dont have to care
I dont know who I am
Sometimes I think I am but Im nothing just this illusion
Thought that I could be what I can touch
Is more than this
Never EnoughIt'll never be enough, huh?
I try everything
But I can't do enough.
It's never enough for you
So why should I try?
You only notice others
I'm a part of the wallpaper.
But outside of you
I am myself
I am important.
And as I watch the trees
Sway gently in the breeze
I realize that
I should be seen
I am amazing
And that no matter what I do,
It wont be enough.
But it will be enough
And the rest of the world.
Have you everHave you ever tried to be strong,
when you really just feel like your doing everything wrong?
Have you ever tried to tell yourself it doesn't matter,
when you really just feel like a mad hatter?
Have you ever looked your friend in the eyes,
and told him the lies?
About how you're okay,
when in real life what they say is eating you away?
Have you ever?
Cause i have.
Remember What You Can'tThere's something that lurks in the darkest parts of our minds, something we can't grasp up until in the moment where we need it the most. When your body and mind does not choose to flight, to run away, in that deepest part of your mind, it's triggered and soon, you're stained with blood, you attack and it goes away when the threat is gone. You have no memory, only shock and fear, a wish for whatever harmed you will never come back. But it will, you know it will.
Close your eyes and try to remember a memory, something happy or maybe even sad, whatever triggers deep emotions and try to repress it. You can't. It's there, it won't go away; remember something traumatic and when you can, it triggers panic attacks; anxiety and the flight and fight process starts again, you relive something that hurts. Try to remember something, anything, that brings calmness and it won't come.
Figure out who you are throughout your years of life...
I don't even know who I am.
SwitchesSomething in my mind changed
Like a switch now on
Feeling I am now different
But still the same old song
I'm waiting for another switch
To change my mind for good
I hope it will come very soon
Somehow I know it should
And in the end I'll be the same
But yet completely new
I will never be like this again
Still everything I do
Will not at all differ from what it was
Though never it'll get lame
Cause something new it'll always have
In the end I won the game
Playing StrongI'm just a broken heart under a blue sky,
A curious little baby who went, too far.
I'm growing up with every mistake
please let me fall until I get it right.
Would you blame a dreamer for dreaming?
Would you blame a writer for feeling?
Dare to accuse me for gambling,
You haven't seen the mountain I'm climbing.
The more my heart gets broken,
The more I get to know me.
By setting all the pieces,
I'm learning the right order.
This life is a whole theater,
And I'm the main character.
Sometimes I cry slat rives,
Sometimes I can't stop smiling.
And there you are, sitting,
Watching the show and drinking.
It's you who I'm reflecting,
With my tears you swear you are crying.
You see me at the backstage.
The steel became weak paper,
And you are amused by my acting.
Applause! Applause! For she's strong and fragile.
Morir de soledad .Un mundo en llamas
Está a la espera de la lluvia...
Un alma solitaria
Espera a un amigo para conquistar su corazón...
Como la posición solitaria en la lluvia
Al no encontrar uno que sea igual
El mundo se acaba una y otra vez...
En algún momento del pasado lejano
Ellos fueron tirados sobre la vida en los océanos
Aferrarse desesperadamente al mástil
El ciclo se pone en marcha...
Una y otra vez sufren a través de
La soledad y la enfermedad...
Ellos no tienen a nadie para ayudarlos
A través de la peor de las tormentas
Nadie para incitarlos
O mantener el calor...
Así que piensan que su mejor amigo
Es una cuerda con un nudo en un extremo
Alguien quiere detenerlos?!
Antes de morir de la enfermedad de la soledad.
Stay with MeI see you standing high, my love,
Watcher of the sea;
It roars, hisses, calls, my love,
To sing sad songs to me.
I see you leaning close, my love,
To whisper to the sea;
Inquiring of my soul, my love,
And what's become of me.
I see you beaming bright, my love,
Beacon of the sea;
Guiding me back home, my love,
A compass just for me.
I see you staring down, my love,
To gaze into the sea.
Can you see my face, my love?
You're staring right at me.
I see your smile wane, my love,
Gently as the sea.
I need to keep you here, my love,
To smile just for me.
I see you close your eyes, my love,
Turning from the sea.
I find myself in fear, my love;
Would you abandon me?
I see you take a breath, my love,
As I rise from the sea.
Terror twists your glow, my love;
Why be scared of me?
I feel you gasp for air, my love,
Sucking in the sea.
The tides will breathe for you, my love,
Forever here with me.
Angel de brumaLlega hacia mí,
Como la bruma marina hacia la costa,
Entre el silbido de la noche,
Y el despertar de las olas.
Con la luz centelleante del faro,
Resaltando tu figura,
Y tu piel resplandeciente,
Disipando la penumbra.
Envuélveme en tus alas,
Del calor más celestial,
Mientras en la arena brilla,
Tu sonrisa angelical.
Métete en mi piel,
Disipa mis lamentos,
Con el roce de tus labios,
Con mi instinto, con tus besos.
Seamos uno con la lluvia,
Escapemos con el viento,
Solo mírame a los ojos,
Solo róbame el aliento.
The person everybody seesI want to scream
I want to cry
I want to kick and punch
And get rid of these emotions
Inside of me.
But I wont.
Because that ruins my image
Of a normal girl.
Outside is a normal
Happy, hyper girl.
Inside are all the
Emotions that I can't show.
I want to scream
And run away
And cry until I cant see
But I wont
Because you all
Wouldn't handle the real me.
The one who's bitchy
The one that's over sensitive
The one that doesn't listen
The one who hates everything
So leave me alone
So I can cry
So that I can be
That no one else sees.
CrapDios sabe porque me dio este cuerpo y esta alma
Dios sabe porque me hizo caminar
Entiendo las palabras en el aire
El viento me toca
Veo las estrellas a lo lejos como cualquier par de ojos
Ando, escucho, regalo letras
Letras que todos reciben
Dios sabe que significa la burbuja, este circulo
Mi hogar mi ser mi territorio
Ahora mismo pare, todo cambio se volvio negro
Lo he perdido
Me diste esperanzas
Y tuve miedo
Este es el fin de mi historia hoy
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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