Im Just A GirlWhat’s want? Why need? Cant I want? Should I need?Im Just A Girl
All my life, Want and need Never shared a single Happening dealt to me.
Why now?
Has one exceeded the other? Or is it that both, Have reached the limit… …without release.
What’s want? Why need? Can’t I want? Must I need?
All my life, Want and need Never shared any Happening to do with My heart that was dealt to
My life, as isTreasures lost never to be found Hearts grow weary yet still they poundMy life, as is
With splintered palms I dig my grave I get nothing After all I gave
Scorched within by flames of love Doubt's weighing down I must rise above
Buildings burn run for cover Who's this girl without her mother?
Bleeding still my heart's in shock Sew it all up keep it under lock
One sided love worst pain there is to be He made it clear whats wanted wasnt me
Day's done there's more sorrow
I feel fineI feel fine Look at me I've got spine look and seeI feel fine
I cant have bliss its so unfair its always lilke this 'cause no ones ever there
I've gotta let go Its brighter ahead theres too much to show my heart keeps yelling
at my head.
this is farewell let this misery be ended ahh, future pray tell I used to be broken, now im just bended.
Picking up the peicesBitter hearts on broken glas,Picking up the peices
they say time can mend all wounds And yet thats not the case for me. Every day time flys by, and every day my heart gets cut up a little more inside the pain of losing you, hurts more than I can bare. Seeing you in what are now but, faded memories. We had no song or momentum not even a picture, something to help ease the pain I feel. Bitter hearts on broken glass, I'm the only one left feeling, feeling this despair and loneliness. Once upon a time, Life was beautiful, bright and seemed as if it would never end.
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To be is to do - Socrates
To do is to be - Sartre
Do be do be do - Sinatra
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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping. Waiting. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
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To be is to do - Socrates
To do is to be - Sartre
Do be do be do - Sinatra
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How you turn my world, you Precious Thing!
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