I'm holding on everything that makes me remind of you
I guess I'm betting on you to take me from this place
This countless hour's clock is driving me crazy
But you know that I'll wait and I'll keep waiting for you
Even if I didn't want to, I would
Your face is stuck in my head
But I can't bring you back
And you make me feel as if every broken heart's song
exists just to pull me down, and make me drown
more and more in memories of you
Whatever I say and pray won't make any difference to me
except from that part at top of my lungs, I can feel it deeply hurt
I'll make it feel worse
I'm keeping these promisses I've made
But at this rate I doubt you'll want them
Saying these words is making me feel lighter
And feel less like a liar
You may never come again
You may never want me
You may have never felt my pain
You may have never wanted to disagree
But you probably knew
Your face was stuck in my head
But I couldn't bring you back
And you made me feel as if every broken heart's song
existed just to pull me down, and make me drown
more and more in memories of you
Whatever I said and prayed wouldn't make any difference to me
except from that part at top of my lungs, I could feel it deeply hurt
And I'd make it feel worse
I'm making it feel worse
Your face is stuck in my head
But I can't bring you back
And you make me feel as if every broken heart's song
exists just to pull me down, and make me drown
more and more in memories of you
Whatever I say and pray won't make any difference to me
except from that part at top of my lungs, I can feel it deeply hurt
I'll make it feel worse
And I'll keep making it feel worse
So that I'll never forget your face
I'm holding on everything that makes me remind of you
I guess I'm betting on you to take me from this place
Just another day...
terça-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2009
She is everywhere I go Everyone I see But these clouds won't leave
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sábado, 19 de dezembro de 2009
eu perdi alguma parte de mim
e acho que eu a encontrei
quando deixei de te ver,
de te procurar em todo o lugar
quando eu me afastei
de você, e é você que eu deixei
por aí em qualquer lugar
e acho que eu a encontrei
quando deixei de te ver,
de te procurar em todo o lugar
quando eu me afastei
de você, e é você que eu deixei
por aí em qualquer lugar
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Acho que eu já deixei de me importar
talvez isso tenha feito tudo tão normal
Não vai mais me machucar
talvez isso tenha feito tudo tão normal
Não vai mais me machucar
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overdose
Did you noticed it?
The world is all different now
But I'm still the same somehow
And I'm begging for a change
Somebody, I'm calling for a chance
I guess I forgot how to make this work
This whole thing about living and going on
It makes me feel like forgoing
Do we really need to be disapointed?
Love seems to be our new drug
So kill me in overdose
I'm trying not to sound so familiar to you
But you're making this harder every more
I'm trying to let things go and I'm passing through this
But you're doing it all again, just as before
If we can't do anything as you say
Why are you still talking anyway?
You're something I can't really realize
You know it better than anyone
Stop seeking for excuses tonight
You did everything that could've been done
I guess I forgot how to make this work
This whole thing about living and going on
It makes me feel like forgoing
Do we really need to be disapointed?
Love seems to be our new drug
So kill me in overdose
Kill me in overdose
Kill me in overdose
I wished we could go back and try again
But you can't, you can't
[I won't insist]
I wished we could go back and try again
But I'm the one who can't, you can't
[I won't persist]
I guess I forgot how to make this work
This whole thing about living and going on
It makes me feel like forgoing
Do we really need to be disapointed?
Love seems to be our new drug
So kill me of overdose
Kill me of
The world is all different now
But I'm still the same somehow
And I'm begging for a change
Somebody, I'm calling for a chance
I guess I forgot how to make this work
This whole thing about living and going on
It makes me feel like forgoing
Do we really need to be disapointed?
Love seems to be our new drug
So kill me in overdose
I'm trying not to sound so familiar to you
But you're making this harder every more
I'm trying to let things go and I'm passing through this
But you're doing it all again, just as before
If we can't do anything as you say
Why are you still talking anyway?
You're something I can't really realize
You know it better than anyone
Stop seeking for excuses tonight
You did everything that could've been done
I guess I forgot how to make this work
This whole thing about living and going on
It makes me feel like forgoing
Do we really need to be disapointed?
Love seems to be our new drug
So kill me in overdose
Kill me in overdose
Kill me in overdose
I wished we could go back and try again
But you can't, you can't
[I won't insist]
I wished we could go back and try again
But I'm the one who can't, you can't
[I won't persist]
I guess I forgot how to make this work
This whole thing about living and going on
It makes me feel like forgoing
Do we really need to be disapointed?
Love seems to be our new drug
So kill me of overdose
Kill me of
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you have stolen my heart
sexta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2009
Somehow we're going back
just as we came
I'm going through this way,
God may guide me, hey
it's what I claim
I'm begging for mercy
inside this hole I digged myself
I'm going under the surface
Searching for something else
Better than this world itself
I'm gonna find another escape
Back to your arms, back to your grace
just as we came
I'm going through this way,
God may guide me, hey
it's what I claim
I'm begging for mercy
inside this hole I digged myself
I'm going under the surface
Searching for something else
Better than this world itself
I'm gonna find another escape
Back to your arms, back to your grace
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11:36
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quinta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2009
IvoryLine
Fear is wedged in my bones
you call me a false pretense
some spoiled soul wandering alone
I may say I'm almost getting you
I'm almost believing all you state
Is nothing but the truth, a simply truth
I'm everything you reject
But this is something you expected
Nothing new, you already knew
And anything to make you feel better than anyone
You call me imperfection
Some kind of deadly infection
Your personal freak
You make feel so weak
And you know this so well
You know this so well
I can feel these pests
they're eating my flesh
with some dirty satisfaction, ooh
You're just sitting and watching and enjoying
You're mumbling words that I can't hear
Propably saying "baby I'm here"
I never felt so alive, now I know, now I know
I almost died just to know, just to know
I'm here and I'm alive
I'm everything you reject
But this is something you expected
Nothing new, you already knew
And anything to make you feel better than anyone
You call me imperfection
Some kind of deadly infection
Your personal freak
You make feel so weak
And you know this so well
You know this so well
keep your judgments to yourself
Now you don't affect me
No more
you call me a false pretense
some spoiled soul wandering alone
I may say I'm almost getting you
I'm almost believing all you state
Is nothing but the truth, a simply truth
I'm everything you reject
But this is something you expected
Nothing new, you already knew
And anything to make you feel better than anyone
You call me imperfection
Some kind of deadly infection
Your personal freak
You make feel so weak

You know this so well
I can feel these pests
they're eating my flesh
with some dirty satisfaction, ooh
You're just sitting and watching and enjoying
You're mumbling words that I can't hear
Propably saying "baby I'm here"
I never felt so alive, now I know, now I know
I almost died just to know, just to know
I'm here and I'm alive
I'm everything you reject
But this is something you expected
Nothing new, you already knew
And anything to make you feel better than anyone
You call me imperfection
Some kind of deadly infection
Your personal freak
You make feel so weak

You know this so well
keep your judgments to yourself
Now you don't affect me
No more
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05:58
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new
quarta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2009
I was born and meant to die
I'm alive, so keep me alive
I just live in your mind
I'm just alive in your mind
Like a disease
I'm with you even when you breath
and when you bleed.
You can make whatever you want
And care about whatever you want
But this little piece of memory
It remains inside your brain
And it frames my being,
my who I am
I'm made of wrongs and rights
I'm meant to die
Our clock runs all his way back
Soon you'll hear the crack
And we'll fall apart
We're all gonna fall
When you face yourself in the mirror
That shadow behind you will be me
So that you can see you're never alone
Even when the lights pull me out of your vision
I'll be yours, you're never alone
You'll be mine
You can make whatever you want
And care about whatever you want
But this little piece of memory
It remains inside your brain
And it frames my being,
my who I am
I'm made of wrongs and rights
I'm meant to die
Our clock runs all his way back
Soon you'll hear the crack
And we'll fall apart
We're all gonna fall
some day
I just live in your mind
I'm just alive in your mind
Like a disease
I'm with you even when you breath
and when you bleed.
You can make whatever you want
And care about whatever you want
But this little piece of memory
It remains inside your brain
And it frames my being,
my who I am
I'm made of wrongs and rights
I'm meant to die
Our clock runs all his way back
Soon you'll hear the crack
And we'll fall apart
We're all gonna fall
When you face yourself in the mirror
That shadow behind you will be me
So that you can see you're never alone
Even when the lights pull me out of your vision
I'll be yours, you're never alone
You'll be mine
You can make whatever you want
And care about whatever you want
But this little piece of memory
It remains inside your brain
And it frames my being,
my who I am
I'm made of wrongs and rights
I'm meant to die
Our clock runs all his way back
Soon you'll hear the crack
And we'll fall apart
We're all gonna fall
some day
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