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|  i've been waking up slowly, savoring the same old dream. and somewhere between the folds of your memory i was sleeping soundly
There is a point you reach when you say, "I don't care about anything anymore." Growing up back then had its perks We watched great television and learned how computers worked But before you dismiss us as a shallow sugary cereal generation Take a look at our life education You may have seen your president get shot But we see brutal violence in our school parking lots You came out of Vietnam with a few heroes But there were way more deaths at Ground Zero You were judged by your color and race But that was before school shootings took place So life may have been tough back in 1967 But was it worse than seeing what happened on 9/11 Was the media pumping you with fear all the time? Harvard was a famous school not Columbine And no one knew what mad cow disease was You fought battles overseas but we fight ones with ourselves daily So next time you think you're traumatized and real We'll be in the bathroom throwing up our meals Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs. If looks could kill, I'd be in trouble right now Time stands still when you're around Well I gave you all my time and you gave me all your lies And you've just come around to say goodbye
Now I'm driving around to get lost, just to find myself at any cost. If I hit the brakes, my heart will stop. I'm taking comfort in the dark. | | |
| If my heart was a house, you’d be home.
Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them.
 I know what it does to you, I know. Maybe that’s why we hold on as hard as we do. We just can’t believe that such a miracle can happen to us twice. But it can, someday you’ll find it again.
 Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them. They can be the hands of the people you love. They can be your pets- pups with funny names, cats with ferocious old souls. The thing that keeps you here can be your art. It can be things you have collected and invested with a certain sense of meaning. A flowered, buckled treasure chest of secrets. Shoes that make you taller and, therefore, closer to the heavens. A suit that belonged to your fairy godmother. A dress that makes you feel a little like the Goddess herself. Sometimes you keep falling & you don't catch anything. Sometimes you catch them, sometimes you don't. Sometimes, they catch you.
 I'd hate to go through life unsure if I ever really lived at all.
 It's a cold, hard road when you wake up, and I don't think that I have the strength to let you go
 Here’s to the people forever loved who make our hearts want to scream. Cause I love you with all that I am and my voice shakes along with my hands. | | |
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“Just one thing,” she says, raising her head to look you straight in the eye. “I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets. 
Look, lots of people lose themselves in love. It's no shame. They write songs about it. The hitch is, you can't stay lost. Sooner or later, you have to get back to yourself. 
It seems like the simplest concept: just push everyone away, and you'll never get hurt. However, the simplest isn't always the most effective. Someday, someone is going to find their way in, and they're going to leave you on your knees. 
i want to dive head first into your arms, give into your good looks and charms. sleep all day and love all night. forgive every stupid, petty fight. i want to do more than sit and remember. i want to relive all the moments where you made me shiver. 
She turned and said "it's times like these that I wish I was a believer, so I could do something to give me hope. Something to make me believe in anything at all." 
Sometimes, I just don't feel the desire to be around anyone I am always around." 
I could feel the wanting catch up with me. But if I have to want it, it’s not really happening is it? It’s just more wishing that’s all. I wish I didn’t wish so much. 
Look at where you've got yourself now. You think the world is trying to bring you down, you think that moving on means getting passed around, but every move you make just takes you further down. 
So i havent heard no news on my navy seal :( he gets on myspace alot now but thats about all i have. i am at the point where i think i am actually going to try to move on. believe it or not.. im not sure if i do yet.. im just stuck. how do you get over the one person you think your suppose to be with forever? because moving on mean forgetting.and not just forgetting but forgetting everything and im not sure if im ready for that or if i even want to forget. i just want to love him with all i have for good or worst, threw thick and thin.. i just want to love him forever | | |
| You know you're not the only one who has a lot to overcome. And the time has come then you move on, because you've been crying for too long. Sometimes life is so unkind, but change is never a waste of time.
Who determines when the old ends and the new begins? It's not on the calendar; it's not a birthday, or a new year, it's usually an event - big or small, a time or place that changes us, ideally gives us hope, a new way of living and looking at the world, a way to let go of old habits, and to remember old memories. What's important is that we never stop believing that we can have a new beginning, but also to remember amid all the problems there are a few things really worth holding on to.
You could see such distance in her eyes, she's in a daze, her mind's somewhere else. She's a mystery, she's creating a different kind of vibe. Little do you know, she's holding so much inside.
You wait, wanting this world to let you in. And you stand there, a frozen light in dark and empty streets. 
"Today is your big moment. Moments, really. The life you’ve been waiting for is happening all around you. The scene unfolding right outside your window is worth more than the most beautiful painting." 
sometimes you have to be your own hero. | | |
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