terça-feira, 13 de novembro de 2007

Amoro-te

When I counted up my demons.
So there was one for every day.
with the good ones on my shoulders,
I drove the other ones away.

So if you ever feel neglected,
If you think that all is lost,
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah,
Hoping everything's not lost.

When you thought that it was over,
You could feel it all around,
And everybody's out to get you,
Don't you let it drag you down.

'Cause if you ever feel neglected,
And if you think that all is lost,
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah.
Hoping everything's not lost

If you ever feel neglected,
If you think that all is lost,
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah,
Hoping everything's not lost.

Singing out,
Oh oh oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Everything's not lost.
Come on yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Come on yeah,
Everything's not lost,
Oh oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
And everything's not lost,
Come on yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Come on yeah,
Come on yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Come on yeah,
Everything's not lost
Sing out yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Come on yeah,
Everything's not lost,
Come on yeah,
Oh oh yeah,
Sing out yeah,
And everything's not lost.


You make me smile on those bad days,
You cheer me up everytime,
I love to hug you,
And better than all I love you@

quarta-feira, 7 de novembro de 2007

A time to be so small.


Yeah, it was just like that.
Darkest night ever.
Everything was deformed.
Didn't recognized myself at the mirror.
My mind was terrifying myself.
Walking down the street.
No one around.
Not a single living soul.
Never dreamed in all my life.
And now I know I won't.
I could bet my life of regrets.
That it was just a bad dream.
A nightmare.
But i felt my pulse, my breath.
Weak and Cold, but it was there.
Now what to do?
What is this city?

Then, this feeling of deja vu assaults me.
And a name comes runing trough my head.

The World That Never Was.

And then another thing, i Said something without my will.

Back home again.

#FLASHBACK#


Today my heart, swims.
In this rain that keeps falling on me.
Alone i walk down the street.
Hoping to find a lonely sound, or a sound at all.

domingo, 4 de novembro de 2007

Sticks 'n Stones

So cold.
Please save me.
For the 27th time im drowning myself in sorrow.
Hiding myself from the world.
Hiding my feelings.
But then you trow it all.
To my face.
To my heart.
To my soul.
Sticks and Stones.
Punch me into the wall.
Freeze me cold as ice.
Broken shards of essence.
Essence that is now burning and fading away.
But what do you know?

Oh, but you know nothing.

It's all Sticks 'n Stones so who cares?


BackFired & Something I don't know.