Re: How are you feeling, lyrically?

by Sheepy Mon 17 May 2010, 12:36 am

All I knew and all I believed
are crumbling images that no longer comfort me.
This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

by **Breakdown** Mon 17 May 2010, 8:14 pm

And you know I'm fine
But I hear those voices at night
Sometimes that justify my claim

by Who we are. Sat 22 May 2010, 6:32 pm

I can’t say I blame you
but I wish that I could
I’m sick of writing every song about you

by **Breakdown** Wed 26 May 2010, 4:06 am

And I can't find no true love, oh baby, it's so hard
And I still think about you every time I'm ridin' in my car

by tea-boy. Wed 26 May 2010, 7:07 am

You're the sweetest thing I have ever known. . .

by **Breakdown** Wed 26 May 2010, 7:17 am

When you can't choose
Your own worst enemy
And the years prove
The chosen one is you

by **LADIES AND GENTLEMEN** Wed 26 May 2010, 8:46 pm

Je veux ton amour
et je veux ta revanche

by **Breakdown** Sun 30 May 2010, 1:58 pm

And it's still a mystery why I'm doubting all my dreams.

by Galileo Figaro Sat 12 Jun 2010, 11:20 pm

Home is a boxcar
And it's so far out of reach
Hidden under Umbrella Beach

by **Breakdown** Sat 26 Jun 2010, 11:38 am

I can't wait to show you what a jaded fuck I've become.

by tea-boy. Sun 27 Jun 2010, 12:13 am

You swear you recall nothing at all that could make you come back down. You made up your mind to leave it all behind, now you're forced to fight it out. You fall away from your past, but it's following you. You left something undone, it's now your rerun. It's the one you can't erase, you should have made it right, so you wouldn't have to fight to put a smile back on your face. You fall away from your past but it's following you. Something I've done that I can't outrun. Maybe you should wait maybe you should run, but there's something you've said that can't be undone.

by Laceration Adrisole. Wed 30 Jun 2010, 8:52 pm

It's the ciiiiiiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife,
And it moves us allllllllllllllllll

by Who we are. Sun 04 Jul 2010, 5:34 pm

I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.

by **Breakdown** Tue 27 Jul 2010, 11:18 am

She was only seventeen lost in the spaces in between
Looking for a place she could belong

by **Breakdown** Wed 28 Jul 2010, 9:20 am

It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same.

by Galileo Figaro Sun 22 Aug 2010, 7:45 pm

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

by **Breakdown** Mon 23 Aug 2010, 9:17 am

Wherever you go, you know I'll be there
If you go far, you know I'll be there
I'll go anywhere, so I'll see you there

by Heartswell. Mon 23 Aug 2010, 6:18 pm

she's not broken.
she's just a baby.

-
today was gonna be the day
but they'll never throw it back to you
by now you should've somehow
realized what you're not to do
i don't believe that anybody
feels the way i do

by **Breakdown** Tue 24 Aug 2010, 12:14 am

I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we've shared
Makes me wish that you were there
'Cause now it's seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
Well all the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from mistakes

by Who we are. Wed 06 Oct 2010, 7:09 pm

It's a shame, I don't think that they'll notice,
It's a shame I doubt they even care.

thank god you weren't there to watch me hit bottom.

by tea-boy. Mon 11 Oct 2010, 8:47 am

where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet, sinking feeling. spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening. when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy. hide and seek, trains and sewing machines, all those years, they were here first. oily marks appear on walls, where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life. hide and seek trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here) blood and tears (hearts) they were here first. Mmmm whatcha say, Mmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whatcha say, Mmmm that it's all for the best? of course it is Mmmm whatcha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need. you decided this.

by makoto kino. Wed 20 Oct 2010, 4:44 pm

I've got no time for feeling sorry.

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