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Tu sam...kao i uvik, ne znam šta bih pisala...nemam volje, želje,a ni potrebe za novim postom...ali ipak tipkam..joj dosadno mi je....nisam depresivna ili pak jesam...opet ne znam...ne, nisam, nesmin bit....nikad nisam bila...dobro, sjebana sam-pa šta sad? Bit će bolje!Uvik bude!Zapravo uopće nemam razloga za tugom, ali onda zašto sam takva?...zašto su ljudi smotani?Zašto se svega boje?Zašto propuštaju sreću?Hm, mogu ovako u nedogled,...joj kako smo mi čudni,...nimalo jednostavni...ne znamo što želimo...joj kako dani brzo prolaze, sutra je subota..., a ona prošla kao da je bila jučer...Sve brzo prolazi, život brzo prolazi...prekratak je i kao uvijek, mi ga ne znamo iskoristiti!...a samo je jedan....

........joj nisam normalna, koji mi je?...dosta je, dovoljno sam napisala....

I još nešto...ovo ljeto mi je jedna osoba rekla da se nekad osjeća kao u pjesmi caught in a web...nedavno sam na svoj mob. napisala polovicu drugog stiha i pokazala joj ga...pa evo lyrics.....Ajme koja sam ja budala..........rolleyes


Dream Theater- Caught in a Web


Silence disguised
I watch you
Show me the hurt
That haunts you
Would you despise the thrill
If all you hide were mine?

I can’t hold on any longer
These feelings keep growing stronger

Echoes that deafen the mind
Will bury my voice in their wake

Caught in a web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
Devised in my head

I’ve seen the path
The one you take
Shows the truth
For you to make
This turn of phrase
We might not see
Is the thirst of desire
Found so easily

Try to push me ’round
The world some more
And make me live in fear
I bare all that I am
Made of now
Attractive I don’t care
’cause even when I danced with life
No one was there to share

Does this voice the wounds of your soul?
Does this voice the wounds of your soul?

Caught in a web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
Devised in my head

Tried to live the life
You live and saw
It doesn’t work for me
I bare all that I am
Made of now
Attractive, I can’t be
Inside the dance of life is one
I’ll never hold to me

You can’t heal the wounds of my soul.
You can’t heal the wounds of my soul.

Caught in a web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
Devised in my head

Caught in a web
Refused by the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning a cage
Denied and misread




Post je objavljen 16.02.2007. u 18:10 sati.