...some days she feels like dying,she gets so sick of crying...
she's all alone again
she's sees a mirror of herself
she's all alone again
wiping tears from her eyes
some days it's not worth trying
ne sviđa mi se ovdje.previše okrutnih lica,sva tako podmuklo gledaju.nitko ne će zastati i pitati me kako sam.nitko se neće ni obazreti ako padneš.nitko ti neće pomoći da ustaneš.ostavit će te samu bez obzira na sve što učiniš za njih...razočarana sam...u ljude,u sve oko sebe a i u sebe...osjećam se kao čudovište...nemogu vjerovati da su to moje riječi koje izlaze iz mojih usta.nemogu vjerovati da su upućene tebi...neznam kako me trpiš još uvijek,a toliko toga sam ti napravila...nemogu se kontrolirati u tome trenutnku...kao da nekakva zvijer uđe u mene i govorii ti sve te ogavne riječi...ne osjećam se dobro...ovo nije moja koža...ovo nisam ja...ma koliko sam već puta pala i vidjela to sve,ma koliko sam puta više odlučila da ti to više neću činiti i evo me opet tu...mrzim samu sebe...i zbog svega što činim tebi,zbog svega i što činim sebi...možda samo tražim izliku za sebe.opravadanje za ovo što sam sada.opravdanje za one grozote.rekla sam si sto puta da je to bilo zadnji...a opet sam tu...bude mi žao na trenutak,i onda opet činim isto...zašto se nemogu kontorilirati????zbunjuju me sva ta lica...njihovi postupci...rekli su mi da sam se previše trudila...pokušala sam se manje truditi,ali nisam uspjela.rekla sam da se neću mjenjati zbgo njih i krenula sam opet po svome.sviđalo mi se na tren,a opet...opet sam se negdje na putu izgubila...dopustila sam im da mi možda malo i zamažu oči.nisam se ni potrudila zarbistriti sliku...uhvatila sam samu sebe kako si lažem...neće biti oke ako nastavim ovako...a zašto me to nešta sprječava da ispravim sve te pogreške...????...vidim da te boli...i samo stojim i gledam te.nisam ti ni rekla oprosti...tako malo mi je stalo do tebe,a previše do nečega drugog.možda mi je i stalo više ali sam zagušila taj osjećaj...ne želim tražiti pomoć...sama ću ga naći...ali...neznam...osjećam se nedefinirano...:S...izgubljeno..da,opet...ne osjećam se dobro u ovoj koži...želim da ovo sve završi...da sve ovo prestane...negdje u sebi se nadam boljemu...možda i želim da mi netko pomogne...a možda i ne vidim to...ma neželim nikoga zamarati...
ali ipak me tješi jer je netko tu koga još nisam uspjela otjerati i nadam se da ni neću...ispravit ću svoje pogreške...hoću...moram...radi njih...
eto ako je itko čitao ovo moje baljezganje...hvala...morala sam se ispuhati negdje...
najveće puse mome legendranom 1.ge za koji hoću da ostane ovakav kakv je,svim moim matematičarima =D i matematičarkama bez kojih bi poludila ..i još poseban pozdrav za Dunju caricu ,Iwančicu mou najdražu (drži se mala,neoj bit ljuta na mene =) i AyLu-ne sekiraj se previše...mora biti sve oke...hoće...tu smo svi.....a ostali,ah...držite mi se.izdržat ćemo mi to zar ne
°~ I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand ~°
Someday I'll feel no pain
Someday I won't have a brain
They'll take away the part that hurts
and let the rest remain
So give me the drug,
Keep me alive,
Give me what's left of my life,
Don't let me go. whoooaa
Pull this plug,
Let me breathe,
On my own I'm finally free,
Don't let me go. woooaah
Take my hand
And I'll promise not to ever let it go
Take my hand
'Cause this hope is greater than you'll ever know
(Take my hand)
And this is all I'll ever ask of you to show
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand, until you hold my hand
Svakoj pjesmi dođe kraj.
Ali to ne znači da u njoj ne trebaš uživati.
Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore, simply rise above the pain of the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties..
~ never judge a book by it's cover ~
George Bernard Shaw once wrote, "There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it." Clearly, Shaw had his heart broken once or twice.
As far as I'm concerned, Shaw was a punk, 'cause you know what? Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are... and that pain you feel, it's life. The confusion and fear, that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better... and that something is worth fighting for.
Shaw was right. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things that we think will make our lives better---money, popularity, fame---we ignore what truly matter--the simple things-- like friendship, family, love--the things we probably already had.
And once you lose yourself you have two choices: find the person you used to be or lose that person completely.
I've learned:
"That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn t stop for your grief."
"That no matter how good friend is, they are going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that."
"That it isn t always enough to be forgiven by others.Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself."
"That 2 people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different."
It's never too late
to try and
fix things.
You know I could've held you in my arms forever? It still wouldn't have been long enough
Time After Time <3
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after--
sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds
chorus:
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time
after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows--you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time--
chorus:
if you're lost...
you said go slow--
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds--
chorus:
if you're lost...
...time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time