The Winner Is...

so many voices
nobody to listen
1,000 tales
of heartbreak and sorrow
how many time can I fall
before I shatter?
I am watching the world
move fast
why am I going so slow?
am I trying to grow-up too fast?
I miss you
I wish I could shout to the world how much I care
but the world dosn't care
hold my heart
with delicate hands
hold my hand
with a faithful palm
hold me
like a precious object
dont let go
or I might slip away

in the event of an emergency, i tend to take control immediately even though im scared like everyone else. I feel that i have an obigation, and a scense of responsiblity for everyone involved in the situation. Instead of standing around panicing, i take matters into my own hands. plus I ALWAYS have a plan. and a plan "B" =D rock on

and "i dont believe in a no-win senario.. " --captain Kirk =D

Beginner's Luck

i love the way the band phoenix says "miricle" its like magic...=D
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stop clicking in my ear, and load the page.
easy now,
Look out,
watch your step,
here let me help
"no I got it"
but I want to show you
"I can do this"
its hard to tell what you mean when you say you
want me there, then ask me to leave
its me who ignores help
its my job to be hero
why do you even care
why do I care?
why does true love hide
and the fake bursts through every wall
because somethings are just meant to be
and others just need to shut up
you are the sun with the sky around you
and you're trying
I see it on your face
trying not to give up
for whatever reason you keep living
keep waking up
keep being an example for me
to change
to move on, dont shed a tear
for me
and every flaw I have
sometimes thigs work out that way

feet to the ground heart in the sky

what is the point of being afraid
you see the edge and feel it under your feet
rocks and sand fall from the edge as it breaks away
just a little
under your feet.
everyone, family and fiends are pulling at your arms,
pulling you, calling to you
trying to keep you from the edge
they are just ghost hands
their voices lost in the wind
you touch the creases in a book
its not depression, its a fear
an overwhelming feeling
its like missing a chance
seeing the train with your family pull away from
the station
away from you and everything
sometimes things get crazy
and you aren't used to what you like
dont give up,
dont let go
keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds

Set fire to the third bar

this song is so beautiful. Ghosts with just voices..