miranda, 27 lutego 2012
Sometimes I don't know what to say.
It feels like I'm running away.
I want to say whats in my heart
but I cant and it's tearing me apart.
Boy why am I doing this to you?
I know these feelings are true.
It scares me to death how real they are.
I just dont want another scar.
Others hurt me then turned their back,
thats why every time you step forward, I step back.
Boy I'm done running away,
so here is what I have to say.
I've wanted you from the start,
I could feel it deep inside my heart.
I'm glad I finally found you
and I know you are too.
I wont lose you again; my northern star
pointing me to wherever you are.
You got my heart with the suprise of attack
now that you've got it, don't give it back.
miranda, 27 lutego 2012
All I am hearing
are the thoughts I had been ignoring
that are loudly screaming.
My insides start burning,
as silence starts surrounding me.
I cant contain the flame
it's hurting me so seriously.
With noone else to blame
the only one at fault is me,
and noone can see.
Im causing myself so much pain
driving myself insane,
the tears come down like rain
but I can not complain
because I can clearly see
I am the one doing this.
I couls just stop it all
and get back those feelings I miss.
Why can't I let myself fall?
I know you won't hurt me
miranda, 27 lutego 2012
I had been holding it in
hoping one day it would end.
It warmed my ice cold skin
with the blazing pulses it would send.
I broke my hand against a wall,
tried to pull the trigger of that gun,
tried a million ways to stop it all.
I gave up cause I was done.
Then you appeared like a light
and those blazing pulses froze like ice.
For once the future seemed bright
I cried so hard cause it was so nice.
The way you loved me,
is the way you saved me.
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