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| I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.
I tell myself that I can't hold OUT forever.
I said there is no reason for my fear.
Cause I feel so secure when we're together.
You give my life direction,
You make everything so clear.
And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.
And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crashing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.
My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you.
I've been running round in circles in my mind.
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl,
Cause you take me to the places,
That alone I'd never find.
And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.
And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crashing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I can't fight this feeling anymore, REO Speedwagon
I think that describes my current feeling~
But in a less BAM! type of way... and happier. : )
It sure was time for an update. | | |
| ...should freaking hurry up. *siighh* (for those of you who know Never say never by the Fray, it kind of goes to that tune) I'll try to be your everything
If you will let me
I just need your hand
We're being pulled apart
But that won't stop us
In this Halloweenland So please never give up
Come to a different land
Time and time again
Just take my hand Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
[2x] Take a look at everything
Take a good look all around
In Christmastown
Colors everywhere-
A place where we can dare
To just be ourselves So please never give up
Come to a different land
Time, time and time again
Just take my hand Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
[2x] They're pulling us apart but we're coming together again and again
They're yanking real hard but we're coming together, coming together, together again Don't let me go
Don't let me go
Don't let me go
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| Not quite sure what to write in this blog entry. Maybe a poem? YES. THIS IS WHAT I'LL DO. Okay, so here's how it works. When I'm upset, or even if I'm not, if I just start randomly typing poetry, the problem or not reveals itself. :D I'm weird that way. Okay, here goes. Everything I say and do
What I've reviewed and shown you
Everything I hear and say
through pools of grey
Can you see who I really am
through pools of grey
Tell me what do you see?
Can you see the real me?
through pools of grey
Breathing gets harder
When you look at me
Even I know that, you see
through pools of grey
light coats the surface
black orb protruding
Everytime you find me
All alone singing
through pools of grey
Tell me what you see. Okay after erasing some meaningless stuff and things, I think I've got it how it's supposed to be now. Doesn't look like anything's really wrong... Just me thinking, I guess. Anyway. hahaha. I suppose I'll call it Behind Eyes of Grey, because I've always told myself I actually have grey eyes. They're a bluey-grey though, so people sometimes call them blue. Anyway. I'm done here. | | |
| Ashlan
Ash
Ashey
Fawning Lady
Bubbles
Sally
Curly-top
Blue Eyes
Mormonator
Sally Mormon
Eva
Zykrinnox
Zyk
Brittany
Brit
Brit-brit
Middle-namer
Rejection
Holy Spirit
Level 1-4
YCL
Newb
n00b
Newbie
OCD
so on and so forth... What was the point of that, you ask? Well. I've been called many things. More than I can list. But you know, the only time I've been called 'pretty' was by a good friend (a girl good friend) or by a parent. My parent, someone else's parent, whatever. NEVER by someone I desperately wanted to hear it from. :/ Except once, but I don't think he meant it. He never really "SAID" it either, and it was a long, long time ago. (Long story.) So how am I supposed to believe the people that do tell me? Ther's now only one person I'd like to hear it from and he'd never do that. :/ "Beautiful" would be even nicer, but I won't press my luck. Too bad. Just thought I'd type it out instead of just thinking it all the time. | | |
| I listened to every secret note,
Memorized each song he wrote,
But you're not here for clarinet music, are you?
Well, it went like this; the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift,
The snow kept playing, I breathed "Hallelujah..." Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Well, I made a mistake again.
Not that it was a surprise back then,
I fell each time he sang to me, didn't I?
Well, he left me in a band room chair
Tears and blood were everywhere
And all I heard him whisper was "Hallelujah." Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah. This one was a battle long,
E'en though I never heard a song,
But he never cared for me much, really, did he?
He hurt me, broke me, said 'Good night,'
He stole her, left me without a light,
They laughed, and in unision said "Hallelujah." Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah. But it's okay, I'm happy now,
Ready to take one of my final bows,
But he'll never really approve of us, will he?
Well listen here; I trust you there,
I trust you now and everywhere!
So from your lips I drew the "Hallelujah..." Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Now I must end this song...
It's getting rather long;
But you don't plan on leaving me, really, do you?
Well my life's like this; I need, I miss,
The singing hearts, Ignorant bliss,
The un-approved, We're leaving! Hallelujah! Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Now, as usual, to explain my parody of the song 'Hallelujah'. The first one is about David Chung, some of you who sometimes read this know who I'm talking about. I liked him a lot, but he never really hurt me, just left. And left me in awe. He was amazing at playing the clarinet. He would make up these tunes that no one had ever heard before and we LOVED them. He could play anything. He was first chair, and always got the solos. Even if we voted he would've gotten them. Everyone loved David. I had a tiny crush on him, but it lasted a long time and I was crushed when I heard him say he was moving. I haven't seen him in over a year. Next was uhm... Tom. Yes. Tom. He was in choir and he could SING. Boy, could he sing. He said he liked me, I was so, so happy. We hung out a lot, and he promised that he would ask me out as soon as I was 16. Good thing it didn't last anywhere near that long. Like a week later he told me he "LOVED" someone else. I cried. It wasn't neccessarily that he left me, it was WHO it was that he "left" me for. I never liked her, and really still don't. And it really set it when he said "love." How could he possibly say that?? Whatever. Next was a one that lasted 7 and a half years. Spenser. Jerk. In the end he stole my best friend from me (she WAS my best friend, we've grown apart a lot since then.) and dated her. He's still dating her, actually. They've been together for probably a year and a half now. Nothing much left to say. He was a jerk. And the last one is rather self explanatory. :) That's all. | | |
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