FYI Too happy to come around here In a way, I got used to write when something's wrong And now, everything is the way it should be, Just right, great. I could write Put some lines together But they might come out way too pink for my taste So I just won't, Because I'm happy.
Must Know
That I don't usually feel this way
That I don't usually open my soul like this That I don't usually say this much about myself as I'm about to... And also, Knowing what I'm sure you already know You must know That I'll fight for us You I could list them, write their names or maybe describe them Put them all on a wall using different kinds of paint Decorate these memories and display them on the street So all would know them, recognize them Because I could make a composition of the ones that gave up the ones that never felt like trying harder or getting themselves involved. Such a proud production, filled with such fancy stories, I have them all, and I could wash the sky with their names This weird artist, expressing her feelings of frustration and disappointment for her lovers, her story tales, her boxes and frames facing in a second, one different perspective one that, without knowing, is using his heart as a weapon ...hurting me with so much love ...so much love One that seems so different from the rest One that does not belong to this master piece... of the ones that gave up... that didn't try One that tonight, won't please me by walking away, but might be gone so soon. I think I'm ready, to get rid of this well known way of living and surrender to a different kind of love one that's true and pure one that won't be displayed on that wall of deserters. All of them... But you. P.S.: You can't blame me for deserving this. Lyrics by Coldplay 'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?' It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold Written up in marker on a factory sign 'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine' It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart Still I won't let go Still I won't let go You Ooohooh 'Cause you do Oh you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven On every street every car every surface a name Tonight the streets are ours And we’re writing and saying Don't let them take control No we won't let them take control Yes, I feel a little bit nervous, Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax, How come they're out to get us? How come they're out when they don't know the facts? So on concrete canvas under cover of dark On concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark Armed with a spray can soul I'll be armed with a spray can soul You Ooohooh Oh, you Ooohooh Yes, you You use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven Woho-ooh Woho-oooh It's true When you Use your heart as a weapon It hurts like heaven Paradise I'm singing these songs to you, and making you smile at my silliness There's this lovely energy, that even when I wanna hide it, gets through the air I try not to touch your hands, but they seem to come near me and as I move away, you notice this need of one kind aproach just an instant touch, one short encounter... You laugh at this performance, and I think of ways to make it stop but maybe the boose won't let me I can't stop doing what I wanna do being who I wanna be You seem to enjoy it, because maybe you know it wont last Soon enough the song will be over, and I'll stop singing remembering what I must accomplish and the feeling I should be hiding And before we know it, this other song begins One that, instead of taking us back to that dream makes me crash with reality as I sit and realize I already know how everything will end. Lyrics by Coldplay When she was just a girlShe expected the world But it flew away from her reach So she ran away in her sleep Dreamed of para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Every time she closed her eyes Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach And the bullets catch in her teeth Life goes on It gets so heavy The wheel breaks the butterfly Every tear, a waterfall In the night, the stormy night She closed her eyes In the night, the stormy night Away she'd fly. And dreamed of para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh She dreamed of para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. La la la La La la la So lying underneath those stormy skies. She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. I know the sun must set to rise. This could be para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise This could be para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. This could be para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Could be para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. This could be para- para- paradise Para- para- paradise Could be para- para- paradise Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh. 2 lines-Thought: Can't Can't drive this car and I can't let you drive it either
Caught Between The Landslide These ideas and the sounds that come with them A particular way of touching without even moving your hands That thought I stole from your dream where you felt like staying here, with me. All my happy places in the past filled with people that no longer share my timeline and have moved on without me in theirs seeing how their routines don't realize I'm not there anymore Those fears I carry in a backpack, always in there afraid I won't have them when the moment comes and the truth is revealed to me the reasons why I haven't change them ... I carry the same fears all the time. I'll tie all this to a safe place I'll make sure they don't go away and my head thinks of them continuously Because tonight, I don't wanna move I don't wanna change I don't wanna blink Refusing the actions of time and just holding on to this unfortunate feeling. Lyrics by Oasis How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova or in the Sky Some day you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova A champagne supernova or in the sky Wake up the dawn and ask her why A dreamer dreams she never dies Wipe that tear away now from your eye Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball Where were you while we were getting high? Some day you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova or in the sky Some day you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova A champagne supernova 'Cause people believe that they're Gonna get away for the summer But you and I, we live and die The world's still spinning round We don't know why Why, why, why, why How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova or in the sky Some day you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova A champagne supernova 'Cause people believe that they're Gonna get away for the summer But you and I, we live and die The world's still spinning round We don't know why Why, why, why, why How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? We were getting high The Cage It might be too much to ask, but for just this moment, before I go to sleep and open a window for these thoughts to become dreams... I'll think of it as something a bit less than impossible. There's a door, one empty space and some light; the atmosphere feels heavy, warm and thick. And there they stand, just waiting for me. I own the key, I control time inside my room and there's a perfect syncronization between situations... Like giving me permission to play this way. Nothing awaits beyond these walls, and what I let myself feel in here will only feed my ego until my hands stop typing these words. The thing is... even when this room is surrounded by so much certainty to be real, it would elevate my soul so easily. A room built for mistakes, isolated from consequences and always filled with my most deep desires.
Washed Would it be better without all the words? Drop the anxiety and that memorized agenda What we are both feeling, will vanish in a second I promise you that. Would it be better dressed with borrowed sensations? Drop the fear and the shield What we are both thinking will not stay for too long That I can guarantee. Take my background and wash it away, I'll give you this blank version of me If that is what we both need.
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