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yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 22nd, 2009 at 12:52am
Two days gone, and I'm all right |
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 22nd, 2009 at 08:23am Jag hatar söndagar,
dom ger mej faktiskt inte ett skit.
Man skulle kunna tro
att det är en idyll,
men det är inget annat än dan före måndan.
Nej det är inget annat än dan före måndan.
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yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 22nd, 2009 at 11:17am Oh I dreamed last night I was hearing
Hearing your voice
And the things that you said well they left me
Left me no choice
And you told me we had the power
And you told me this was the hour
That you don't know how
If I could show you now |
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 22nd, 2009 at 11:21am I was crying on Saturday night |
yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 22nd, 2009 at 06:48pm Now Im writing you this letter
And it's killing me tonight
That I agreed when you believed
It wasnt right |
WW108
In The Murder Scene
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 24511 | February 22nd, 2009 at 06:53pm Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answer |
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 22nd, 2009 at 09:18pm Wake in a sweat again
Another day's been laid to waste
In my disgrace
Stuck in my head again
Feels like I'll never leave this place
There's no escape
I'm my own worst enemy!
I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong, with me?
I don't know what to take
Thought I was focused but I'm scared
I'm not prepared
I hyperventilate
Looking for help somehow somewhere
And no one cares
I'm my own worst enemy!
I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me?!
God!!!!
Put me out of my misery!
Put me out of my misery!
Put me out of my
Put me out of my fucking misery!
I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me?! |
yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 22nd, 2009 at 09:44pm Jeg møtte meg selv i døra - når verden gikk imot
Og livet ikke bare var en lek
Fra evig lek og latter - til ro og ensomhet
Med endret syn på hat og kjærlighet |
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 23rd, 2009 at 08:06am kan æ få lov, å kan æ få lov?
du veit ka æ går å håpe på
du veit at æ vil, du veit du kan få
derfor så spør æ; kan æ få lov? |
yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 23rd, 2009 at 08:10am Det blir nesten for dumt, ha ha
Som du strever og prøver
Jeg har hinta i vei, men du vil jo ikke høre |
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 23rd, 2009 at 09:06am I don't understand where you got this idea,
so deeply ingrained in your head
that this world is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn't care less |
yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 23rd, 2009 at 04:02pm Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensation's overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing
So give me Novacaine |
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 24th, 2009 at 05:17pm æ veit da faen æ, æ veit da faen æ. ka e d som e så gæli me mæ? |
yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 24th, 2009 at 06:08pm He said it's not really a dilemma
You're just a little out of touch
Don't think of the situation
Cos it'll make you think too much
|
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 25th, 2009 at 06:40am Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person starin' back at me
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else |
the used.
In The Murder Scene
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Posts: 22515 | February 25th, 2009 at 05:16pm ~ I love you to death.
 |
Wanja
In a Hail of Bullets
Age: 33
Gender: -
Posts: 78477 | February 25th, 2009 at 06:07pm It's all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair
I'm trying to figure out what else to say
To make you turn around and come back this way
I feel like we could be really awesome together
So make up your mind cause it's now or never |
yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 25th, 2009 at 07:40pm Is there any just cause for feeling like this?
On the surface I'm a name on a list
I try to be discreet, but then blow it again |
yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 26th, 2009 at 07:16am Det är nu som livet är mitt
Jag har fått en stund här på jorden
Och min längtan har fört mig hit
Det jag saknat och det jag fått
Det är ändå vägen jag valt
Min förtröstan långt bortom orden
Som har visat en liten bit
Av den himmel jag aldrig nått
Jag vill känna att jag lever
All den tid jag har
Ska jag leva som jag vill
Jag vill känna att jag lever
Veta att jag räcker till
Jag har aldrig glömt vem jag var
Jag har bara låtit det sova
Kanske hade jag inget val
Bara viljan att finnas kvar
Jag vill leva lycklig för att jag är jag
Kunna vara stark och fri
Se hur natten går mot dag
Jag är här och mitt liv är bara mitt
Och den himmel jag trodde fanns
Ska jag hitta där nånstans
Jag vill känna att jag levt mitt liv
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yep
Ghost in the Snow
Age: 54
Gender: -
Posts: 64734 | February 26th, 2009 at 10:26pm I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralysed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the right one walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win
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