Der Witz daran ist, dass du es auch gar nicht willst.
Freitag, 29. Juli 2011
It's when you don't know where you stand in someone's life.
It's when you're hanging in dead air and knowing you can be thrown off everytime. It's when you're like more than friends but not really, and it's like you're lovers when you're really not. Sometimes you would want to wish to have never met this person at all but at the back of your mind, you're thankful that you have. That's complicated.
Dienstag, 26. Juli 2011
Donnerstag, 21. Juli 2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=if6hWn9KRmA&feature=related
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Oh yeah it's true...I was made for you
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Oh yeah it's true...I was made for you
Mittwoch, 20. Juli 2011
Dienstag, 19. Juli 2011
Samstag, 16. Juli 2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAplLy3tzmI
By the time I was your age
I'd give anything
To fall in love truly
Was all I could think
That's when I met your mother
The girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman
That I'd ever seen
She said "Boy, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I can't help but notice you staring at me
I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."
Now son, I'm only telling you this
Because life, can do terrible things
Now most of the time
We'd have too much to drink
And we'd laugh at the stars
And share everything
Too young to notice
And too dumb to care
Love was a story
That couldn't compare
I said "Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I made you a present with paper and string
Open with care now, I'm asking you please
You know that I love you
Will you marry me?"
Now son, I'm only telling you this
Because life, can do terrible things
You'll learn one day
I hope and I pray that God shows you differently
She said "Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing?
It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks
Please don't be sad now, I really believe
You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
Slow, so slow, I fell to the ground on my knees
So don't fall in love
There's just too much to lose
If you're given the choice
I'm begging you choose
To walk away, walk away
Don't let it get you
I can't bear to see the same happen to you
Now son, I'm only telling you this
Because life, can do terrible things
I'd give anything
To fall in love truly
Was all I could think
That's when I met your mother
The girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman
That I'd ever seen
She said "Boy, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I can't help but notice you staring at me
I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."
Now son, I'm only telling you this
Because life, can do terrible things
Now most of the time
We'd have too much to drink
And we'd laugh at the stars
And share everything
Too young to notice
And too dumb to care
Love was a story
That couldn't compare
I said "Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I made you a present with paper and string
Open with care now, I'm asking you please
You know that I love you
Will you marry me?"
Now son, I'm only telling you this
Because life, can do terrible things
You'll learn one day
I hope and I pray that God shows you differently
She said "Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing?
It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks
Please don't be sad now, I really believe
You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
Slow, so slow, I fell to the ground on my knees
So don't fall in love
There's just too much to lose
If you're given the choice
I'm begging you choose
To walk away, walk away
Don't let it get you
I can't bear to see the same happen to you
Now son, I'm only telling you this
Because life, can do terrible things
Mittwoch, 6. Juli 2011
Ich weiß nicht warum, aber irgendwie hatte ich die wahnwitzige Hoffnung, diesmal wärst du anders.
Wie ich einfach schon wieder gehofft hab, es läuft dieses mal nicht so. Ich dachte, vielleicht wär ich euch wichtig. Aber vergesst's einfach, für mich gibt man sich keine Mühe. Warum auch?
Sonntag, 3. Juli 2011
Freitag, 1. Juli 2011
Zu viel in meinem Kopf, was da nicht hingehört.-
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