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¤ The days of our lifes ¤
19.08.2007., nedjelja
My Curse ....
Take me ...
You're trying to take me
You're trying to make me
This is the only
Give me the only thing
Tired of trying
I'm tired of lying
The only thing I understand is what I feel.
And we'll be carrying on, until the day it doesn't matter anymore
Step aside, you forgot what this is for
We fight to live, we live to fight
And tonight, you'll hear my battle cry
Its like I can't wake up, its like I cant get up
its like I cant remember who I used to be
am I running from you or am I running from me?
I am your mirror image
I’m all you left behind
You made me what I am
But who the hell am I?
But, we make the same mistakes
‘Cause, we are one and the same
We leave behind the stain
That will never separate
L O V E
- I S
A
- C U R S E D
T H I N G
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15.08.2007., srijeda
What the .......
Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it ...
I'm gonna keep on holding on, while all of this is going on
I should've seen this all along, but now, I see right where I went wrong
That doesn't mean I can't be strong
So, now, I've got to carry on
It's hard to see that I was gone
I'll stay right here where I belong ...
Fill me in, turn me inside out
Sometimes I feel like just letting go and screaming out loud
Fill me up, sometimes it's so messed up
I feel like giving up but it's not far now
But it feels so far away,
Can't you pull me up and
Make me a believer ...
"We have seen better days"
You only need to Believe ...
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08.08.2007., srijeda
Lazu Te
Mogu da ti kažu
da za tebe baš i
briga me
pričaju da
s jednom, drugom trećom spavam
ubijam te
da te čuvam najviše
na svetu kada
prevarim te
ali kad ti kažu
da
ne volim te
tad
LAŽU TE
"The course of true love never did run smooth"
- William Shakespeare
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04.08.2007., subota
CRNA ZENA........
Iz price stare što nema kraja,
Došla je žena i demon crn.
Ona je zauvijek ubila ljubav,
U srce zarila otrovan trn.
Lažne su suze tekle ko potok,
U kojem svaka sumnja trne.
U njemu ona je oprala lice,
Crno lice, udovice crne.
Crna zeno pogledaj,
Tamo gdje si jednom bila,
Niko više ne, niko više ne može....
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