i wonder wad god was thinking when he created you.
wonder if he knew everything i would need.
because he made all my dreams come true.
when god made you he must've been thinking about me.
i'll wait in silence...
bubbles are nice to look at,
fun to play with,
but youll be scared to touch it cos even though it looks solid its fragile and it'll burst
Days Go By 2:58 AM .
Hold On Before Its Too Late
date: Saturday, May 23, 2009
am i?
i tell myself i'm in control of my life. am i? i tell myself i know wad i want. do i?
here i am at a crossroad. confused by emotions.
Days Go By 4:45 AM .
Hold On Before Its Too Late
date: Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Whoever
Even those worn-out words, i love you, take on a wonderful new meaning When i use them to express my love for you; theyre words for you only In a sunny spot on sunday, its an ordinary sunday like any other I quietly pray that this lasts forever and you keep chatting
What do you like so much about me thats a hard question youve just asked So for now ill stop watching the movie weve rented and just gaze at you
I love your fully blooming smile, even seeing it every day isnt enough And thats without even mentioning that amazing body that looks good no matter what you wear
And thats just your looks, what about the important things inside you You dont back down when youre pissed off and even snorting really annoys you But theres so, so, so much more than that I cant really describe it properly I dont think you need a reason to fall in love That parts a mystery to me, so please forgive me
Even those worn-out words, i love you, take on a wonderful new meaning When i use them to express my love for you; theyre words for you only In a sunny spot on sunday, its an ordinary sunday like any other The more of this ordinary time that passes, the more comfortable we feel together
You pretend to be strong, so the fleeting tears you show occasionally are a white flag When we dont say anything, its exactly that that keeps me from looking away
Sadness and pain Of course life brings all kinds of things like that But just your casual hang in there gives me strength Whenever your little back trembles i hold you right away Even if the scenery we can see from the window changes Be by my side, terrible sleeping habits and all
Even those worn-out words, i hate you, mean the opposite to me If its you saying them when youre sulking, theyre words for me only In a sunny spot on sunday, its an ordinary sunday like any other Ill say it one more time: i love you, all the time
Its a sunday like any other Its an ordinary sunday But its a special sunday
