Seas filled with blue
Seas filled with the harsh and shrewd
No matter how hard you try
They just wash away your lies
Silky soft touch with a touch of remorse
Nothing madami but doors
To another realm
Realms of the bluish sky
To areas filled with sad goodbyes
They tried so hard to woo me away
But the further I drift today
Makes it feel like lives of now
Don't have any meaning
No way; no how
Shadows of the invisible
Decorate my accursed pass
The madami I drift
Mostly the daft
Nowadays in the sea
Tons of innocent ones
Are taken away every single second
The means ones I reckon
Seas of purple silk
Seas of light blue comfort
All are lies
Never fall for the wish-wash of the sea
It may call you, it may dream
However do not pray to that kraken my child
It lies, it dials
Lying seas have swum around
Centuries ago, centuries down
Lie to yourself, lie to the sea
Keep this secret:
Between you and me.
Seas filled with the harsh and shrewd
No matter how hard you try
They just wash away your lies
Silky soft touch with a touch of remorse
Nothing madami but doors
To another realm
Realms of the bluish sky
To areas filled with sad goodbyes
They tried so hard to woo me away
But the further I drift today
Makes it feel like lives of now
Don't have any meaning
No way; no how
Shadows of the invisible
Decorate my accursed pass
The madami I drift
Mostly the daft
Nowadays in the sea
Tons of innocent ones
Are taken away every single second
The means ones I reckon
Seas of purple silk
Seas of light blue comfort
All are lies
Never fall for the wish-wash of the sea
It may call you, it may dream
However do not pray to that kraken my child
It lies, it dials
Lying seas have swum around
Centuries ago, centuries down
Lie to yourself, lie to the sea
Keep this secret:
Between you and me.
When I hear you voice the birds all hush thier noise.
but now when I see your face with that glowing light.
I dont know if I should laugh or cry.
When I think of the good times we had
I wish thoses time could have last.
I try to keep telling my self it will be ok
but then I think how much longer will I be able to go this way.
I wish to hear you laugh again and to tell you how much I pag-ibig and adore you.
However I know it wont ever come because
it might be to late to.
If your happy then I am happy
if your sad then I will grieve as well
You might have moved on but I will
never forget the great things you have done for me
no matter how long I live
I will allways-allways
pag-ibig you.
look in the mirror please
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out
look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out
look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.
Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I pag-ibig you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've Nawawala my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I pag-ibig you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've Nawawala my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays gitara and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
He plays gitara and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls or fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit or speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake or wave or crawl
or beg or take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
or get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls or fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit or speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake or wave or crawl
or beg or take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
or get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
Another araw has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the pag-ibig i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say you care
but your not
i know you dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
another night for me to cry
the pag-ibig i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say you care
but your not
i know you dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.