Elusive dreams
This pre-life crisis, is killing me
A beautiful tragedy
Who I was wasn't me
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy
Speaking silence
Words can break
It feels like we are falling awake
In a place, in a time of our own
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
It felt like the world
Fell from my feet
Gave up on myself
You didn't give up on me
Let myself go
You were still there
Like coming tahanan
Coming up for air
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy
Easier to be
To be me
[Lifehouse – Who We Are]
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.
She finds her mga kaibigan in their blood swimming
Trying to composed when fact she’s crying
She hasty runs when she saw someone approaching
In the corner of her room, she’s sitting with fear
Discerning that her mga kaibigan killer saw her
Her door opens instantly
But she locked it already
With dread she stand and check for it
A hazel brown eyes and faultless curve lips
A lady with fine body and dark straight hair
There, a killer standing and smiling at her
She promptly slammed and locked the door
The she saw her frighten self in the mirror
She went nearer and noticed a dagger she’s holding
And a bloody dress she’s wearing.
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
