2014年11月27日 星期四
2014年11月17日 星期一
I can believe in me.
I do not give up the cross and, I can believe in me. I know the way why I am suffer now and, I know the truth. good is good, bad is bad.
2014年11月5日 星期三
Now, I can't behave
I feel it in my feet on the streets
But don't you know?
There's something I can feel when I breathe
I told you once
You're breaking into separate parts
But don't you know?
It's something that I can't live without
And if somebody's going to make it
Then this somebody ought to be you
And I keep telling my reflection
Ambitions are already starting to fade
I can't tolerate
The feelings that I feel when I feel
But don't you know?
Some feelings never seem to let go
Like a silver blade
I cut my way out of control
But don't you know?
Some blades will cut you right to the bone
And if somebody's going to make it
Then this somebody ought to be you
And if somebody's going to fake it
Then this somebody, somebody is you
If it's me that was going to take it
Then I know that it wouldn't be straight
And I keep telling my reflection
Ambitions are already starting to fade
I feel it in my feet on the streets
But don't you know?
There's something I can feel when I breathe
I told you once
You're breaking into separate parts
But don't you know?
It's something that I can't live without
And if somebody's going to make it
Then this somebody ought to be you
And I keep telling my reflection
Ambitions are already starting to fade
I can't tolerate
The feelings that I feel when I feel
But don't you know?
Some feelings never seem to let go
Like a silver blade
I cut my way out of control
But don't you know?
Some blades will cut you right to the bone
And if somebody's going to make it
Then this somebody ought to be you
And if somebody's going to fake it
Then this somebody, somebody is you
If it's me that was going to take it
Then I know that it wouldn't be straight
And I keep telling my reflection
Ambitions are already starting to fade
2014年11月2日 星期日
27
Dreams, they feel like memories when I dream of you
Time won't stay, it’ll stretch itself out from a minute to days
And I'd like to think that we don’t dream to wipe it off
'Cos I've been here
Living up, giving up
Happy scenes, a stupid dream when I dream of you
They don't stay, it might all be delusion but I couldn't say
And I'd like to think that we don’t dream just to dream it off
'Cos I've been here
In love, give it up
Time won't stay, it’ll stretch itself out from a minute to days
And I'd like to think that we don’t dream to wipe it off
'Cos I've been here
Living up, giving up
Happy scenes, a stupid dream when I dream of you
They don't stay, it might all be delusion but I couldn't say
And I'd like to think that we don’t dream just to dream it off
'Cos I've been here
In love, give it up
2014年10月31日 星期五
2014年10月24日 星期五
✝ Solitude ✝
The young age
The depression and the illusion
Broken-self
Dawn to dusk
They're your neighbors,
Should I trust their words
Should I believe
Should I
The myths of the history
The people of the dead
What is the vision
What I see
Sense of the feeling
Hold down your shadow
One life one soul
disaster born
Seeking in the darkness
Seeking faith, seeking heart
finding words
guiding the blind
set them free
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