lørdag, marts 27, 2010

Finally (over you)

You’re so childish
And I need to get over this
Sick of us fighting over and over again
Hearing you say the same things again

You’re on repeat in my head
With all of the things you’ve said
You fill me with doubt
So I’m cutting you out

Get far far far away from me now
Don’t need you to explain how
We ended up in this position
This is getting pretty old
All the stories has been told
And I’m finally through with it
Through, through, through
Yes, I’m finally over you

You’re so selfish
That you don’t even get
That this is not all about you
’Cause I’m in this relationship too

You’re on repeat in my head
With all of the things you’ve said
You fill me with doubt
So I’m cutting you out

Get far far far away from me now
Don’t need you to explain how
We ended up in this position
This is getting pretty old
All the stories has been told
And I’m finally through with it
Through, through, through
Yes, I’m finally over you

This day has finally arrived
Where I don’t need you by my side
So go on, go on
Go on, go on
Go on….

Get far far far away from me now
Don’t need you to explain how
We ended up in this position
This is getting pretty old
All the stories has been told
And I’m finally through with it
Through, through, through
Yes, I’m finally over you

tirsdag, marts 23, 2010

Questions.

So many people passing me by everyday
So many people who are special in their own way
So many faces telling their own history
All with a stroke of mystery

Do you believe that the man without a home
Wishes to be all alone?
Do you believe that the girl who’s miserably in love
Enjoys to dream of
The love she wishes to receive but never gets?
Or the widow with two kids, who regrets
All the things that she hasn’t said
Before it were too late

Life is short
So terrible short
Make the best of it
Take the chances that you get
Don’t be afraid to feel
Do what you find real
Take a chance instead of regretting
So many choices lies ahead of you
But it’s up to you
What you want to do

There will always be people that will treat you bad
There will always be people who will try to make you sad.
But in life, it’s all of nothing
You need to stand for something

Do you believe that the man with cancer
Wants to believe that there is no answer
To why he’s the one who needs to suffer
or the people in distress who feel the world are getting thougher
Do you think girls who get raped on the street
Will ever feel complete with that memory which they can’t delete
Is God even among us
To protect us from all this chaos

Life is short
So terrible short
Make the best of it
Take the chances that you get
Don’t be afraid to feel
Do what you find real
Take a chance instead of regretting
So many choices lies ahead of you
But it’s up to you
What you want to do

The world is filled with questions, but no one to answer it
You better enjoy your life, before it’s too late

Life is short
So terrible short
Make the best of it
I promise you wont regret.



torsdag, marts 04, 2010

my road back home



In my search of something more
In my search of something to adore
I got lost along the way

I thought I knew the way in my head
But ended up here instead
the only thing I can see
is who I used to be
But who am I now?
Is it too late to be found?

I’m not hopeless
I’m not, I’m not.
I said I’m not hopeless
I’ve just lost touch of
Of where I’m going
I went without knowing
My road back home

In my search of something to be
I sort of lost the sight of me
I got lost along the way

I searched in the sea
But there was nothing there for me
I searched in the sky
But that was way too high
I searched in my heart
For a brand-new start

I thought I knew the way in my head
But ended up here instead
the only thing I can see
is who I used to be
But who am I now?
Is it too late to be found?

I’m not hopeless
I’m not, I’m not.
I said I’m not hopeless
I’ve just lost touch of
Of where I’m going
I went without knowing
My road back home

I’m lost and waiting to be found
Waiting to be rescued but not bound
Just need to catch a glimpse of me
Take a look of the life I used to lead
You can never know anything for sure
There’s never really a cure
All you can do is learn
Even though you may crash and burn

And that’s when I tell you
That
You’re not hopeless
You’re not, you’re not
I said you’re not hopeless
You’ve just lost touch
Of where you’re going
You went out without knowing
Your way back home.

mandag, marts 01, 2010

you've got beaten (in your own game).

Guess you thought that you won
Guess you thought she was the one
When you chose her over me
That was when you lost your beauty

But now she has pushed you aside
She crushed your pride
And all I can do
Is saying that I knew
That this would go wrong
Congrats, now you’re all alone

I don’t want to gloat over your mistake
But I don’t know what else I should do or say
In the end you deserve the treatment you got
Guess she wasn’t what you thought
I know the feeling to well
Does this story ring a bell?
‘Cause it was once you and I
However, it is just you crying this time

So who’s crying now?
Who’s asking why and how?
It’s too bad – you’re on your own
No words you say can make it go right
Love is out of your sight
And who’s to blame?
Baby, you’ve got beaten in your own game


She did to you what you did to me
Made it all sound so wonderfully
She filled you with dreams and then
She took it all back again.

Now tell me whether you understand
The feeling I got when you let go of my hand
Do you feel lost and confused?
Do you feel insecure and used?
You have run out of words
‘Cause all you know is how much this hurts.

I don’t want to gloat over your mistake
But I don’t know what else I should do or say
In the end you deserve the treatment you got
Guess she wasn’t what you thought
I know the feeling to well
Does this story ring a bell?
‘Cause it was once you and I
However, it is just you crying this time

So who’s crying now?
Who’s asking why and how?
It’s too bad – you’re on your own
No words you say can make it go right
Love is out of your sight
And who’s to blame?
Baby, you’ve got beaten in your own game

I lost my way but found it again
I not longer feel like going insane
‘Cause all your lies
Are no longer making me blind
All my tears have dried out
I do no longer feel doubt
She did what I wished I could do
She made a fool out of you
I hope you feel ashamed
‘Cause baby,
You’ve got beaten in your own game