Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

When everything is wrong we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along

When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
[x3]

(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along


the used and found.
i will
i must
move on.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt, so much?

I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why?
All the possibilities...
Well I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa...
I drown out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try... holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why? All the possibilities. I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa..
I drown out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

They, make your way to me. (to me)
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start... Start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to her so much?

That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.


i can however assure you with all the dignity i have left that everything was a lie.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Hypothetically, there's W, S, Q, L, O, F, J, B and L.
W was in a relationship with S for some time. And then they broke up. Later W was with Q, and S had L. After a while, things didn't work out, and so it ended for both parties.
W stayed close with S. Later, W met O, and S met F. They dated a little, but they stop seeing each other after a while. So, W was still close to S.
W tried to make things work with S, but S was too hurt about the past, so it was said that things would take time. Then, S met J, B and L.
S is currently seeing J, and maybe possibly also B and L. W feels all alone, and regretful of his past doings. Trying hard to make it up to S, but W's such acts of trying to right a wrong isn't and haven't been working at all, all this while.
W feels that there is still a possibility of things working out with S, but is constantly heart broken with the fact that S isn't the same as before.
W seeks your advice on the current dilemma, on whether W should stick around and wait, or should W move on.
Comments Appreciated.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

When I was young I knew everything
She a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken,
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

My best friend took a week's
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a weeks's worth of
Valium and slept
And now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really
Wept he says

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

hey yeah
hey yeah
hey yeah

We've tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
And I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

this just in -

there's a point in life
when,
you get tired of
chasing everyone
and
trying to fix everything.
But,
its not giving up.
Its realizing
that,
you don't need certain people.

how true.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Responsible/Responsibility

1.answerable or accountable, as for something within one's power, control, or management.
2.involving accountability or responsibility.
3.chargeable with being the author, cause, or occasion of something.
4.having a capacity for moral decisions and therefore accountable; capable of rational thought or action.
5.able to discharge obligations or pay debts.
6.reliable or dependable, as in meeting debts, conducting business dealings, etc.


Theres always 2 side of a coin.
and
theres always only 2 possible outcomes.
u see,
its not the outcome which matters the most,
but the fact that u decide to do so,
by flipping the coin in the first place.
for whatever reason which
u decided to flip the coin in the first place,
its the motion of you doing so,
that shows that,
you are willing to give everything
for that longed for outcome
or
anything which comes.
because you knew
at the start of it all,
you were taking a chance.
that
my friend,
is called
responsibility.


Monday, April 21, 2008


lying,
keeping things on an even scale.

who said words are merely words.


Saturday, April 19, 2008

Patients

  1. Bearing or enduring pain, difficulty, provocation, or annoyance with calmness.
  2. Marked by or exhibiting calm endurance of pain, difficulty, provocation, or annoyance.
  3. Tolerant; understanding.
  4. Persevering; constant.
  5. Capable of calmly awaiting an outcome or result; not hasty or impulsive.
  6. Capable of bearing or enduring pain, difficulty, provocation, or annoyance.

Dont. Bother.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

And here we go again
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To think that we'd regret
So we just take it back,
These words and hold our breath
Forget the things we swore we meant

I'll write you just to let you know that I'm alright
Can't say I'm sad to see you go
Cause I'm not. (No I'm not)
Well, I'm not.

And here we go again
With all the things we did
And now I'm wondering
Just who would I have been
To be the one attached
At all time to your hip?
Forget the things we swore we meant.
Blame.

Arabic: يَلوم، يَنْتَقِد
Chinese (Simplified): 责备
Chinese (Traditional): 責備
Czech: vyčítat
Danish: bebrejde; klandre
Dutch: kwalijk nemen
Estonian: etteheiteid tegema
Finnish: moittia
French: reprocher (qqch. à qqn)
German: tadeln
Greek: ψέγω, κατηγορώ
Hungarian: okol
Icelandic: ásaka
Indonesian: menyalahkan
Italian: biasimare
Japanese: 非難する
Korean: 비난하다
Latvian: vainot
Lithuanian: priekaištauti
Norwegian: klandre, bebreide
Polish: potępiać
Portuguese (Brazil): censurar
Portuguese (Portugal): censurar
Romanian: a reproşa (cuiva ceva)
Russian: винить
Slovak: vyčítať
Slovenian: očitati
Spanish: reprochar (algo a alguien)
Swedish: klandra, förebrå
Turkish: suçlamak

30 ways to say it.
But the meaning stays the same.
If you dont know me.
dont judge me.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

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I hate you. for everything you have become.

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She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
She's always worried about things like that
She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining

She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all
She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining

She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
But outside it's stopped raining

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe

ingratiating fact

Life,
it has its ups and downs.
at times, the ups may seem so
rare,
that it breaks you down,
shattering you into so many
million pieces.
on the other hand, the downs just keep coming down.

out of 6.6 billion people living on this earth,
what can we ask for other than
hope.
it may seem that chances are slim.
but to close an eye and open the other,
we cant help but pray
that,
tomorrow will be a better day,
where all worries and unhappiness
passes.

with that very little hope.
that chance we take,
out of probabilities and percentages,
greats your soul and also
your ego.
with dismay or
acceptance.
Perseverance and patients,
we bid to the unlikely results.
But
we still
Hope.

then comes the daunting past.
circling around,
making fact of a wrong.
never ending,
never fading.
it can never be solve,
neither settle.
Hopes rest upon
the guilt.
Easing the pain,
but never curing it.

baring the fact,
each day we wake up,
looking into the mirror,
telling ourselves.
let yesterday be.

so
looking out into the bright blue day,
that all dark,
lighted up night.
where prayers are heard,
and some are not.
we go on in life the next day,
knowing and praying,
making believe that
a new day,
is going to be
a better day.

Hope.

Monday, April 14, 2008

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We're so similar, and yet different in so many ways

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If you just walked away
What could I really say?
Would it matter anyways?
Would it change how you feel?
I am the mess you chose
The closet you can not close
The devil in you I suppose
Cause the wounds never heal
But everything changes if I could
turn back the years, if you could
learn to forgive me then I could
learn to feel
Sometimes the things
I sayin moments of disarray
succumbing to the games we play
to make sure that it's real
But everything changes if I could
turn back the years, if you could
learn to forgive me then I could
learn to feel
When it's just me and you
who knows what we could do
if we can just make it through
the toughest part of the day
Everything changes if I could
turn back the years if you could
learn to forgive me then I could
learn how to feel, then we could
stay here together and we could
conquer the world if we could
say that forever is
more then just a word
If you just walked away
What could I really say?
Would it matter anyway?
It wouldn't change how you feel?