Guys lie to make themselves feel better, girls do it to make others feel better.
You have a garden but can only pick a flower.
What about what I want?
I think people get upset at night in the comforts of their own bed, when memories have a living presence and memories split raw. Everyone's fine just fine in the day but at night in all the cribs living hell breaks loose and burns alive. How many nights have we coaxed ourselves into thinking things will be fine? But things are a cycle, things run and run and repeat themselves. Everyone has problems and everything just seems to add to the fire when things turn ugly.
Things have the power of reminder, from time to time, time and again. Imprints never wash clean. Marks are left. We feel, we learn, we grow up. But there is no limit, there is no end. Mindless jargon play in our brains and they seem like hieroglyphs on pauperises, which not even time can decipher. Miracles do happen, but magic is shrouded normality and normality does nothing. There is nowhere to go but through, yet Nowhere is all we have left to go. When will we learn, when will we learn to keep dear things close and let the unimportant things go?
How many hearts will die tonight?
Things have the power of reminder, from time to time, time and again. Imprints never wash clean. Marks are left. We feel, we learn, we grow up. But there is no limit, there is no end. Mindless jargon play in our brains and they seem like hieroglyphs on pauperises, which not even time can decipher. Miracles do happen, but magic is shrouded normality and normality does nothing. There is nowhere to go but through, yet Nowhere is all we have left to go. When will we learn, when will we learn to keep dear things close and let the unimportant things go?
How many hearts will die tonight?
Was I out of line?
Did I say something way too honest made you run and hide, like a scared little boy?
When I was younger I saw,
my daddy cry, and curse at the wind.
There is nowhere to go but through
And in the end, when nothing really makes much sense, always know that you have you. Yes you have you you you and you. So many of you.
But there are also many what ifs.
What if there's something better out there?
Better never ends. There is so much more better than better. And in the end nothing makes sense again. This mindless jargon running through minds, plaguing lives, it never really stops, will it?
What if you and you makes a better you and you than a you and you.
What if the stars crash down on us tonight and we'll witness an erratic explosion which sends dusts of magic, sparkles in every corner of our very earth, but never will we ever find back our magic of yesterday?
What if it wouldn't work out in the end?
What if this is not what your heart wants?
What if our love is never sufficient enough, doesn't suffice and ain't succinct. Isn't compact, can't be put into pockets, and is disability to be handy just leaves open gaps.
These gaps are a sign of danger which others can fill up, much when you less know it. These are the evilest which people can com and grab away what holds you back and grips you together.
Will we ever see the light of tomorrow? We'll be strong to live it through. We'll hold our heads up high and with chins up we will try. Give in out best, make it run.
We are torn, we are shattered, now some of us are barmy and battered. You didnt have to do that. You didn't have to raise the alarm or alert anyone, and everyone will just die peaceful in their sleep. What's the use of bringing pandemonium when all people can do is feel rockbottom think of all the things theyve done and havent done and feel nothing but blue and die away like that.
And with emotional glue we're gonna stick body and mind together. So what is it that youre disturbed with, what is it that make you not want to turn back. Your fear of what you didnt learn to do, if only time waited for you. Youre taught what to do, but not waited to execute. And in the end there's really nothing to turn back to. What's your fear so tell me now, the knowing youre at another stage or that your bestfriend fancies you. Shouldnt you love me more, being closer, dearer, or does out territory really mark the ways of how we put affection across. You gotta give and take, but what if what you give is what you can't take and what you take is what you dont want to give.
At our youth the horrible things we do, putting people up and shutting ourselves down. Troubling others and meetups for meals. Wanting to throw everything away, ending our lives, not holding close to what we have but missing what we couldve done better with but wasnt ours. It didn't belong to us , in this context us shouldnt even be used. Short flirts, wanting some near, pushing others away, not wanting to commit, stealing what isnt yours and giving up all that you have. Some belong in the dumb, others belong in the ocean. And we should have known better. But a pity we didnt.
BURGER SHACK. MARCHE. FATBOYS. JALAN KAYU DURIAN PUFFS. IKEA SALMON.
AURORABOREALIS. REDSEA. BUBBLE EXHIBITION. THUMP THUMP THUMP.
What if we could jump into a sea of beads and wash away all the memories? What if we could know better and do without some things? What if we could soak up all the bubbles and make something beautiful out of it? What if this world was a easier place to live in. What if.
Since things have come so far, it doesnt matter when it's put into action. Today, tomorrow, ten years down the road. You have no other path to choose, because what you've said is what youre gonna do. I'll be waiting for you where the three roads lead to the city street. The street lights will guide us home. And one day we'll all be sure. And happy. And content. And we can look back and laugh at ourselves because memories have a living presence but all the wrongs make all our rights today and all the things that we should have said and should have done and should have abstained is what made us learn and grow. And everything will be okay when one day we can really know.
And one day, appearances image and looks wouldn't matter, But not for us, such ordinary lives and we will not have preferences and such will matter less. Learn to love, love with a heart. And mean true things, mean what you say. Lies are not options even to be considered and you will trust you enough, to learn to love and look forward at endless possibilities, not clamp up in what you cannot let go of. And until we learn, we are still your everyday kids. In and out in and out of life. In and out, in and out of love. Bits of me scattered everywhere, to the fields we are scattered then from the dust we are born we survive somewhat battered to a new life, a new dawn.
But there are also many what ifs.
What if there's something better out there?
Better never ends. There is so much more better than better. And in the end nothing makes sense again. This mindless jargon running through minds, plaguing lives, it never really stops, will it?
What if you and you makes a better you and you than a you and you.
What if the stars crash down on us tonight and we'll witness an erratic explosion which sends dusts of magic, sparkles in every corner of our very earth, but never will we ever find back our magic of yesterday?
What if it wouldn't work out in the end?
What if this is not what your heart wants?
What if our love is never sufficient enough, doesn't suffice and ain't succinct. Isn't compact, can't be put into pockets, and is disability to be handy just leaves open gaps.
These gaps are a sign of danger which others can fill up, much when you less know it. These are the evilest which people can com and grab away what holds you back and grips you together.
Will we ever see the light of tomorrow? We'll be strong to live it through. We'll hold our heads up high and with chins up we will try. Give in out best, make it run.
We are torn, we are shattered, now some of us are barmy and battered. You didnt have to do that. You didn't have to raise the alarm or alert anyone, and everyone will just die peaceful in their sleep. What's the use of bringing pandemonium when all people can do is feel rockbottom think of all the things theyve done and havent done and feel nothing but blue and die away like that.
And with emotional glue we're gonna stick body and mind together. So what is it that youre disturbed with, what is it that make you not want to turn back. Your fear of what you didnt learn to do, if only time waited for you. Youre taught what to do, but not waited to execute. And in the end there's really nothing to turn back to. What's your fear so tell me now, the knowing youre at another stage or that your bestfriend fancies you. Shouldnt you love me more, being closer, dearer, or does out territory really mark the ways of how we put affection across. You gotta give and take, but what if what you give is what you can't take and what you take is what you dont want to give.
At our youth the horrible things we do, putting people up and shutting ourselves down. Troubling others and meetups for meals. Wanting to throw everything away, ending our lives, not holding close to what we have but missing what we couldve done better with but wasnt ours. It didn't belong to us , in this context us shouldnt even be used. Short flirts, wanting some near, pushing others away, not wanting to commit, stealing what isnt yours and giving up all that you have. Some belong in the dumb, others belong in the ocean. And we should have known better. But a pity we didnt.
BURGER SHACK. MARCHE. FATBOYS. JALAN KAYU DURIAN PUFFS. IKEA SALMON.
AURORABOREALIS. REDSEA. BUBBLE EXHIBITION. THUMP THUMP THUMP.
What if we could jump into a sea of beads and wash away all the memories? What if we could know better and do without some things? What if we could soak up all the bubbles and make something beautiful out of it? What if this world was a easier place to live in. What if.
Since things have come so far, it doesnt matter when it's put into action. Today, tomorrow, ten years down the road. You have no other path to choose, because what you've said is what youre gonna do. I'll be waiting for you where the three roads lead to the city street. The street lights will guide us home. And one day we'll all be sure. And happy. And content. And we can look back and laugh at ourselves because memories have a living presence but all the wrongs make all our rights today and all the things that we should have said and should have done and should have abstained is what made us learn and grow. And everything will be okay when one day we can really know.
And one day, appearances image and looks wouldn't matter, But not for us, such ordinary lives and we will not have preferences and such will matter less. Learn to love, love with a heart. And mean true things, mean what you say. Lies are not options even to be considered and you will trust you enough, to learn to love and look forward at endless possibilities, not clamp up in what you cannot let go of. And until we learn, we are still your everyday kids. In and out in and out of life. In and out, in and out of love. Bits of me scattered everywhere, to the fields we are scattered then from the dust we are born we survive somewhat battered to a new life, a new dawn.
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