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[SOME our long but theyre all good]
If you dont like me theres
nothing i can do but heres a news
flash hunny i dont live to please you!
anything worth dying for is
certainly worth living for.
kind words can be short and easy
to speak but there echos are truly
endless
[LOVE THIS ONE]
Life is like an hour glass. Sooner or Later
everything hits bottom. You just have to be
patient and wait for someone to turn it over.
don`t let anyone ever promise you that they
won`t ever hurt you __ because at one time or
another, it will happen. the real promise is if
the time you spend together will be worth the pain.
be your own hero & stand up for yourself.<3
This is to the nights when you dealt with more drama than you wanted to cause you're a nice person. To the nights that you drank too much & made mistakes that no one forgot for months & months. This is to the nights that you hooked up with that guy, feeling used & alone after. To the nights you would have rather sat at home watching a movie, but instead got dressed up in clothes that weren't as comfortable as your sweatpants, went to that party that you really didn't want to be at to find the boy you like there with some other girl. To the nights that you can't wait until everyone grows up, cause you're tired of everyone around you judging you. To those nights, that unfortunately come too often
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...then you finish off as an orgasm.
Sometimes you have something you need to say, but you can't, because the words won't come out, or you get scared and feel stupid. So if you could write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to say, and it would be beautiful, and people would listen, and you wouldn't make a complete idiot out of yourself. But all of us can't be songwriters, so some of us will never be able to say what we're thinking, or what we want other people to know we're thinking. So we'll never be able to get the chance to make things right again.
We watch the sky from under the trees;
Confusing stars for satellites.
I never dreamed that you'd be mine,
But you are and we're here tonight
I lost a piece of me in you,
I think I left it in your arms.
I forget the reasons I got scared,
But I remembered that I cared quite alot.
i'm just another silly teenage girl.
Who keeps her hopes too high & jeans too low.
Who lives by quotes & can't ever seem to say
the right thing at the right time.
Just another pretty girl, looking for herself,
In a big bad world
i'm not a jealous person.
it's just that whenever any girl
gives you a second look,
it kills me to think that you might
give them a chance to get to
know just how amazing you are.
baby, oh you act like you're so tough
and i want to be your one weakness, the
one thing that brings you to your knees.
The fluid in your lungs
that tells you your losing, stop breathing
the medicine that comes will fix you
but takes you from conscious to sleep
Instructions:
place my hands to face and weep
People don't play sports because it's fun. Ask any athlete, most of them hate it, but they couldn't imagine their life without it. Its part of them, the Hate/Love relationship. Its what they live for. They live for the practices, parties, cheers, long bus rides, invitationals, countless pairs of different types of shoes, water, Gatorade, & coaches you hate but appreciate. They live for the way it feels when you beat the team next to you by 2 points, and you know those 2 extra sprints you ran in practice were worth it, or going all out on that last 50 yards and dropping time. They live for the way you become a family with your team, they live for the countless songs you sing in your head when you're running ALL those suicides. They live for the competition, they live for the friends, the practices, the memories, the pain, it's who they are. It's who we are. WE'RE ATHLETES...
i remember when we were driving, driving in your car.
speeds so fast I felt like I was drunk.
city lights lay out before us.
and you're arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder.
and i had the feeling that i belonged.
I had the feeling, I could be someone.
like the fire needs the air.
i won't burn unless you're there
and it isnt that i miss you either because i don'tâĤ except for when i write, or think too hard or have a quiet moment to myself or look at my ceiling or breathe
drowning you in every drop i drink.
telling you to go to hell, but i'm talking to myself.
'cause you're not around to hear what i think.
i'm trying to teach my heart to hate you
but it ain't working right.
not the truth is, i'm only drinking me lonely tonight.
so, i'll just order up another, and pretend i'm alright.
you talk to me, and i remember
how every word lingered on your lips for hours.
I close my eyes, and try to remember
the way you felt next to me days after you've gone.
and somehow, i know that years from now
thoughts of you; will still keep me awake.
have you ever confused a dream with life? or stolen something when you have the cash? have you ever been blue? or thought your train was moving while sitting still? maybe I was just crazy. maybe it was just life. or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.
come get high with me.
come touch the sky with me.
come fly with me.
see life through new eyes with me.
Check it out i'm rocking steady
to this beat in my head,
it goes, 'Oh oh oh.'
We're not twenty-one but the sooner we are,
the sooner the fun will begin.
So get out your fake eyelashes and fake ID's
and real disasters ensure.
Take these chances, fake romances
and grow up fast.
We were perfect in our imperfection.
We become attached to what's familiar, and
sometimes we hold on to things that are safe
and predictable, even if they are bad for us.
I was trying not to get too attatched
so I wouldn't fall too hard, too fast.
But I realized that I fell a long time ago
and now I'm loving you with all that I have.
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