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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

A dose of Daughtry


How is it possible that people who love each other just can't be together? My guess is that it's never meant to be in the first place. Life works in a funny way. It takes you in, turns you upside down, breaks you up and just leave you out in the cold.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, eh. Funny.

Bridges by Lifehouse

I'ts such a shame to let this go to waste
There's little time left here for saving face
We tried to put a bandage on these years
I know this isn't what you want to hear
You can say what you like
Pass the blame I don't mind because

We both lit the match that burned the bridge
We both lit the match and watched our bridges burn down

Our common ground was broken long ago
What slipped thru the cracks
I fear we'll never know
I'll walk you thru the graveyard of my mind
Show you a love that I buried alive

Cuz we both walked away
Who was wrong, who's to say I know

We both lit the match that burned the bridge
We both lit the match and watched our bridges burn down


A few years ago, I found this lovely piece somewhere on the net.

Haunted Lullaby by Orions Moon

Endless tears fall like rain tonight
as the hour grows dark and I
think of the bitter past

and the memories

you haunt.


Passing through

the silver mirror of fate,

the impossible reflection darkens

to let only ashes of who we used to be

seep through the endless cracks of sorrow.


I am bound to this world of pain by a tie that twists and cuts

my soul, leaving it to bleed crimson rivers

of agony and loss.


Here, I feel all the heartache I hold

manifest into darkened shadows,
gracefully dancing
to a haunted lullaby
that only hold the visions of a past I left behind.



.. the Crying Imperfection..



::xoxoxo:: 7:07 AM

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