Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wake me up...
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So good you smell...
So sweet yor skin,
So nice your touch...
But it's your eyes that kill me
I try to hold your hand
But I lose reality.
I try to kiss your lips,
But i lose my mind...
Every night i dream of you
The same dream, of me and you
Every day i think of you...
The same thought, of you and me
I start to love the way you twist me
I begin to think of you, on top of me...
Untill the morning comes..
And i wake up... still alone
And i realise...i'm at your feet
Though you are so far
I'd still crawl out of my castle
Only to climb into yours
Heck...i'd even rip my gates wide open
Just to welcome you in
I'd frame your smile
Next to that picture
Of your eyes, that hangs
On that wall in my mind
Still, i'm alone, though not lonely
And still, i keep on dreaming
I'd beg you if i could,
Come next to me!
I'ts painful to wake up
From the same dream every day
Please come next to me
I don't want to wake up from that dream
Of you and me...
Sunday, February 14, 2010
It's just because you like it ;)
"Paralyzer"
I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
I hold out for one more drink
Before I think
I’m looking too desperately
But so far has not been fun
I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully
Be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well I’m still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Well, I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you
Upon Valentine's day
With flowers in her hair,
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
With flowers in her hair,
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
Never felt so right.
I never felt so wrong!!!
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
With flowers in her hair,
Gazed upon with dead lovers eyes.
She never looked so good,
And I never felt so right.
Never felt so right.
I never felt so wrong!!!
Happy and free, inside a world of misery
I used to take pride in the fact that no matter what shit lifes throws at me, i'll be able to avoid it...Not so sure about that anymore... Finding it difficult to pick myself up from the floor i seem to struggle with "life's daily pleasures", loosing my way. It doesn't often happen to me to not know where my head is at, say the least where my heart is at... It is so hard to figure out my destination and all i want is to be left alone. My mind is so fucking numb, i just can't get around myself, and it seems that no matter what i do, something inside me yells "i know i can help you...i just don't fucking want to!". Those who know me can confirm the fact that i am used to having what i want... And now i'm blinfolded and racing towards a wall! I feel like (and this is a quote from Metallica's "This was just your life") a blind man strapped into the speeding driver's seat...
Those who read this, might be wondering by now what the fuck is wrong with me, and why this state of mind! Well, does it really matter? Do you really care? OOOF course it doesn't and you don't ;) go bullshit someone else! Before anyone can start making presumptions, i'm ok with my life, i'm ok with what i struggle for, i'm ok with what i study and i'm ok with my job...it's me i'm not ok with...
I'm down, because i'm high... She who knows might understand! But she who knows reads not my blog...:))
Surrownded by light, but driven into darkness...
You don’t realize what you do to me. I don’t think you understand how one touch, look, word, or smile from you can drive me out of my mind.
If you never try
Then you'll never know
The grass could be greener (could be)
And it will always be greener on the other side
But you.. just never (never) know
"Being a slave, what should i do, but tend upon the hour and times of your desire?"
Those who read this, might be wondering by now what the fuck is wrong with me, and why this state of mind! Well, does it really matter? Do you really care? OOOF course it doesn't and you don't ;) go bullshit someone else! Before anyone can start making presumptions, i'm ok with my life, i'm ok with what i struggle for, i'm ok with what i study and i'm ok with my job...it's me i'm not ok with...
I'm down, because i'm high... She who knows might understand! But she who knows reads not my blog...:))
Surrownded by light, but driven into darkness...
You don’t realize what you do to me. I don’t think you understand how one touch, look, word, or smile from you can drive me out of my mind.
If you never try
Then you'll never know
The grass could be greener (could be)
And it will always be greener on the other side
But you.. just never (never) know
"Being a slave, what should i do, but tend upon the hour and times of your desire?"
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
....
“A fairer person lost not Heaven; he seemed
For dignity composed and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels: for his thoughts were low;
To vice industrious, but to noble deeds
Timorous and slothful”
For dignity composed and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels: for his thoughts were low;
To vice industrious, but to noble deeds
Timorous and slothful”
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