I think of running away.
I can't keep running away.
Can't keep feeling the same.
I can't keep taking the blame.
I wanna run with you.
I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday.
I am not afraid to keep on living,
I am not afraid to walk this world alone!
I think about you a lot now; up there in heaven with the lovely angels.
Whose hair you get tangled up in. Silly how jealous of them I am.
A lot of people are trying to act as grown ups or as adults, but we never really grow up. Life itself changes, but we essentially stay the same.I guess what I mean is, we are all kids until the day we die. It’s just we put on an act on being grown up or mature, yet no matter what. We’re still children.
Ja sam vještica luđakinja.
Letim na metli u vjenčanici.
Nisam trudna.
- Ti si kao ja.
I ja sam vještica luđakinja.
Ni ja nisam trudna.
- A, jesi li ostavljena?
- Ne, ja sam ona druga.
- Kakva je prva?
- Tuga.
The hardest part is letting go of your dreams.
If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you.
This is what music is about.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
[Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard"]
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.