sâmbătă, 8 octombrie 2011
Young.
Sometimes when you’re young, you think nothing can hurt you. It’s like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you, and you have big plans. Big plans. To find your perfect match. The one that completes you. But as you get older, you realize it’s not always that easy. It’s not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made were simply plans. At the end, when you’re looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you’re leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.
-One three hill.
-One three hill.
Bitter sweet memories
mi.e groaza la gandul ca, diseara, voi dormi iar in patul acela, in camera aceea in care am avut zeci de seri.
But, in the end...
joi, 6 octombrie 2011
luni, 3 octombrie 2011
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather. I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, but I'm holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven.
I don't wanna waste the weekend, please, if you don't love me, pretend. A few more hours, then it's time to go. And as my train rolls down the East coast, I wonder how you keep warm.
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.
Still I can't let you be and most nights I hardly sleep. Don't take what you don't need from me.
I was praying that you and I might end up together.
All that's left is just misplaced trust and old friends, never counting regrets, by the grace of God, I do not rest at all.
A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather. I was praying that you and me might end up together.
I don't wanna waste the weekend, please, if you don't love me, pretend. A few more hours, then it's time to go. And as my train rolls down the East coast, I wonder how you keep warm.
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.
Still I can't let you be and most nights I hardly sleep. Don't take what you don't need from me.
I was praying that you and I might end up together.
All that's left is just misplaced trust and old friends, never counting regrets, by the grace of God, I do not rest at all.
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miercuri, 21 septembrie 2011
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