SilenceIt's not so much the quiet As what the silence means I wish I had an answer Or at least felt differentlySilence
I hate that You're always Right about Everything
I spend too much time dressing up When I don't have no place to go I let my dresses fade in the sun And pretend that nobody else knows
I don't answer the phone I just stare at my reflection Where are you when I need you? Can you give me some direction?
I hate that You're always Right about Everything
My footsteps echo in the hall I w
ForgettingYou call to tell me you’ve got it now But you’re wrong You call to tell me you’ve got it all planned out But you’re wrongForgetting
And I don’t have the heart to say I should have been different for you And I should have been better than I was I should have done more than I do
It’s funny looking back now It makes me feel kind of old now And you’re not speaking to me It’s just like old times, you see And I forgot how great it was When we were so much younger And all we had to go on Was each other’s hunger &
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"Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known." - oscar wilde
"La música es el verdadero lenguaje universal." - Carl Maria von Weber
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"Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known." - oscar wilde
"La música es el verdadero lenguaje universal." - Carl Maria von Weber
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[[ pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain..//
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