Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight
Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and loved
It's building up inside of me
A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free
Don't mourn for me,
You're not the one to place the blame
As bottles call my name I won't see you tonight
Sorrow sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and most of all I loved
But I can't see myself that way
Please don't forget me or cry while I'm away
Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone, took all my strength
But I've made the change,
I won't see you tonight
So far away, I'm gone.
Please don't follow me tonight
And while I'm gone everything will be alright
No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
2 weeks left!
I'm happy to say that I can't wait to get out of Springfield.
I've been rediscovering my music collection - this happens about once or twice a year. Sometimes I forget how much I really like the music I've always listened.. (such as the two bands in the previous post- those songs are a couple of my favorites).
This week, I have two-3 papers to write a quiz to finish and a whole printmaking design project left. yuck. I'll be happy after next week is over.
p.s. i might have chosen the wrong profession. oops.
I've been rediscovering my music collection - this happens about once or twice a year. Sometimes I forget how much I really like the music I've always listened.. (such as the two bands in the previous post- those songs are a couple of my favorites).
This week, I have two-3 papers to write a quiz to finish and a whole printmaking design project left. yuck. I'll be happy after next week is over.
p.s. i might have chosen the wrong profession. oops.
FInch
"Awake"
One devotion to an empty moment.
Can't you stay tonight?
Silence broken with words unspoken.
Now she's on her knees (no more)
"Feeling so useless, can I beg for one more?" she said
Taking with arms wide open.
Longing for sleep again.
The air is clearing.
Again, we're breathing.
Water turns to wine.
The day is tired,
the night inside her.
Now she is alive (no more)
"Feeling so useless, can I beg for one more?" she said.
Taking with arms wide open.
Longing for sleep again.
But now, I'm awake...
But now, I'm awake...
But now, I'm awake...
Keep breathing, 'til you feel something,
Take my breath
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
"Feeling so useless, can I beg for one more?" she said.
Taking with arms wide open.
Longing for sleep again.
But now, I'm awake (I'm awake)
But now, I'm awake (I'm awake)
But now, I'm awake (I'm awake)
But now, I'm awake
One devotion to an empty moment.
Can't you stay tonight?
Silence broken with words unspoken.
Now she's on her knees (no more)
"Feeling so useless, can I beg for one more?" she said
Taking with arms wide open.
Longing for sleep again.
The air is clearing.
Again, we're breathing.
Water turns to wine.
The day is tired,
the night inside her.
Now she is alive (no more)
"Feeling so useless, can I beg for one more?" she said.
Taking with arms wide open.
Longing for sleep again.
But now, I'm awake...
But now, I'm awake...
But now, I'm awake...
Keep breathing, 'til you feel something,
Take my breath
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
(Away!) Keep breathing, 'til you feel something, take my breath away
"Feeling so useless, can I beg for one more?" she said.
Taking with arms wide open.
Longing for sleep again.
But now, I'm awake (I'm awake)
But now, I'm awake (I'm awake)
But now, I'm awake (I'm awake)
But now, I'm awake
Brand New
"Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades"
Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for se-...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for se-...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
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