I try to keep it together
Don’t want anyone to know
I manage not to cry
But I’m in full کتیا, کتيا mode
I’m surrounded سے طرف کی people
But I feel all alone
I wish I could forget you
But you’re carved in my soul
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I try to اقدام along
But I carry the pain around
I wish آپ would’ve just left
That آپ were somewhere محفوظ and sound
But Death had to knock on your door
Now your eight feet underground
And I’m doomed without you
Forever lost, not to be found
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I’m probably being a drama queen
And I’m probably saying things I don’t even mean
But even so, this is how I feel
Can’t آپ just pretend to care
You’re probably turning in your grave
Shaking your head at the mess I’ve made
But you’re not here, and I’m forced to stay
So, color all my nights grey
And آپ don’t understand
No, آپ will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
Don’t want anyone to know
I manage not to cry
But I’m in full کتیا, کتيا mode
I’m surrounded سے طرف کی people
But I feel all alone
I wish I could forget you
But you’re carved in my soul
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I try to اقدام along
But I carry the pain around
I wish آپ would’ve just left
That آپ were somewhere محفوظ and sound
But Death had to knock on your door
Now your eight feet underground
And I’m doomed without you
Forever lost, not to be found
And they don’t understand
No, they will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I’m probably being a drama queen
And I’m probably saying things I don’t even mean
But even so, this is how I feel
Can’t آپ just pretend to care
You’re probably turning in your grave
Shaking your head at the mess I’ve made
But you’re not here, and I’m forced to stay
So, color all my nights grey
And آپ don’t understand
No, آپ will never understand
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
I can hear Death calling my name
And I keep on waiting for آپ in vein
But if you’ll never come back
Color all my days black
And I’ll welcome Death when he comes my way
Color all my nights grey
She watches. She wonders. She waits. She can't do anything about it. Every سیکنڈ of every دن ticking away like a bomb. Too scared to act until it's too late. She realizes it's hopeless. "How could I be so stupid?" she asks herself. She can't help hoping, wishing, dreaming. "All of it is useless," she tells herself. But if she lets go, what reason would there be to live? Time ticks away. She can't do anything. She wonders if it would be worth it. Even if she doesn't do anything, she'll wonder if it was the right choice. Hating herself for not doing anything. Wishing she could have done more. An endless cycle. Wishing it would stop. She hopes time will heal her. یا maybe, it will make it worse.
They all have their eyes on the same thing. To them, it's just a competition to see who can be the prettiest with the mst makeup. They think that will impress him. Maybe it works. Maybe it just makes them look stupid. They're like lights attracting moths. Innocent-looking at first, but turn deadly if آپ let them. Killers in pink. Turning innocent people to a life of pink, palstic, and perfume. They think it'll work. Well I refuse. No matter how many دوستوں get turned to plastic, I will NEVER give in. We will find our own way before this world turns to one giant dollhouse.
i can hear the cracking of the walls.
ready to crumble. her world falls.
alone and desperate, she wonders, why?
taking precautions. moving things along,
there is no room for misfortune.
suddenly without warning. hope is lost.
numb with fear she realizes that it was all for nothing!
blood sweat and tears do not prevail.
who کہا if آپ want something bad enough آپ can make it happen?
LOST! no one can change fate. no one can live anothers life.
NO ONE will ever know what its fucking like to be me.
always agonizing in the distressed tourture the world bullshit the world tries to shove down my throat.
my دل is broken. my mind is warped. damaged.
nothing to lose so bring it motherfucker im always battle ready!
always on the front line, i stand strong! yet just longing for someone to understand.
ready to crumble. her world falls.
alone and desperate, she wonders, why?
taking precautions. moving things along,
there is no room for misfortune.
suddenly without warning. hope is lost.
numb with fear she realizes that it was all for nothing!
blood sweat and tears do not prevail.
who کہا if آپ want something bad enough آپ can make it happen?
LOST! no one can change fate. no one can live anothers life.
NO ONE will ever know what its fucking like to be me.
always agonizing in the distressed tourture the world bullshit the world tries to shove down my throat.
my دل is broken. my mind is warped. damaged.
nothing to lose so bring it motherfucker im always battle ready!
always on the front line, i stand strong! yet just longing for someone to understand.
listless drops of tears, timeless ,shameless. alone to be showered in the light of a dream unreal, so surreal. knowledge.deterioration hurts. the cut of the wound the pain of the slice, burning, dying, my life is withering. lost spirit rises forth. dancing singing thrusting through a whilrwind of lite, projected سے طرف کی the purity of stars. melting. recreating life. yet another to walk a nother path, another one. maybe another time! perserverence will finally shine. but, the cycle is solid.
the tear once again falls. all alone all along all to be. once the vast deterioration begins i carry it. its my پار, صلیب my penance, my life. now everything i touch is in ruins, crumbling, melting, falling away. just out of reach accepting not to receive. all gone all alone all me. just left to be. the withering mind of a child the listless دل from my scars. all meaningless to آپ but a slow deterioration to me. once again, all JUST INEXPLICABLE!!!!!
the tear once again falls. all alone all along all to be. once the vast deterioration begins i carry it. its my پار, صلیب my penance, my life. now everything i touch is in ruins, crumbling, melting, falling away. just out of reach accepting not to receive. all gone all alone all me. just left to be. the withering mind of a child the listless دل from my scars. all meaningless to آپ but a slow deterioration to me. once again, all JUST INEXPLICABLE!!!!!
A surplex life rotated to complex dreams
where does it all start where did it all bgin.
desperate. tired.
she walks alone a lifetime path.
so unfullfilling.
she pauses, feels light. یا is it death?
he pauses. finding each other ...
she knows the truth.
but cant warn him.
he knows she knows his demise.
but he is unable to speak the words.
watching it ufold, unable to warn her love,she desperately falls into a deep anxiety,
a womb to her fear.
her sheltered hiding.
its a perpetual repitition.
he knows that there is no way out now.
following morals, he pushes through... sad, desperate, lonely,
will he ever see the truth?
now destin for dispair.
his regret is lost a grain of the sand on a ساحل سمندر, بیچ of life.
the new begining will never b.
the unconditional love starves. waiting for the connection from your soul.
unwillingly she suffers.
knowing there is no happiness,
we r just a guiding light of life.
ill miss آپ my love. xo
where does it all start where did it all bgin.
desperate. tired.
she walks alone a lifetime path.
so unfullfilling.
she pauses, feels light. یا is it death?
he pauses. finding each other ...
she knows the truth.
but cant warn him.
he knows she knows his demise.
but he is unable to speak the words.
watching it ufold, unable to warn her love,she desperately falls into a deep anxiety,
a womb to her fear.
her sheltered hiding.
its a perpetual repitition.
he knows that there is no way out now.
following morals, he pushes through... sad, desperate, lonely,
will he ever see the truth?
now destin for dispair.
his regret is lost a grain of the sand on a ساحل سمندر, بیچ of life.
the new begining will never b.
the unconditional love starves. waiting for the connection from your soul.
unwillingly she suffers.
knowing there is no happiness,
we r just a guiding light of life.
ill miss آپ my love. xo
Once upon a time
In a land far, far away
A girl named Catherine
Thought: “Hey, let’s play a game”
She started this فورم topic
And called it Story Time
Where people could write Charmed parts
That came up in their mind
A lot of dedicated Charmed fans
Started to write a story
But the progress seemed to be far gone
And soon it became history
Our friend Catherine
Felt really, really sad
Whatever she had expected
She knew it wasn’t that
Then one دن she checked her mail
While surfing on her pc
And saw she had a message from Ellen
Who the hell was she?
She saw she had added something
And checked her فورم topic
She read the few lines
And thought: “This is fantastic”
Now, three stories later
This awesome team still works together
And each story
Gets better and better
Now, I may sound bragging
But truth has got to be told
Call us butter, baby
Because we’re on a roll ;)
In a land far, far away
A girl named Catherine
Thought: “Hey, let’s play a game”
She started this فورم topic
And called it Story Time
Where people could write Charmed parts
That came up in their mind
A lot of dedicated Charmed fans
Started to write a story
But the progress seemed to be far gone
And soon it became history
Our friend Catherine
Felt really, really sad
Whatever she had expected
She knew it wasn’t that
Then one دن she checked her mail
While surfing on her pc
And saw she had a message from Ellen
Who the hell was she?
She saw she had added something
And checked her فورم topic
She read the few lines
And thought: “This is fantastic”
Now, three stories later
This awesome team still works together
And each story
Gets better and better
Now, I may sound bragging
But truth has got to be told
Call us butter, baby
Because we’re on a roll ;)
I don't know if I'm alive یا not
I don't fell anything but,
I see blood on the floor, under my body.
I'm suffering, I must be dead,
I've lost so much blood,...
But I'm still alive
I'm lying on the floor
I just can see the ruins of past days
and my skin dyed in red.
I don't know since when I'm here,
with the sun shining thro' the old windows
and people returning to their typical days
I fell so tired
I just wanna close my eyes
and fall asleep, but someone comes into
and sits down اگلے to me.
Looks at my suffering face
And makes me feel so alive
kissxmexgoodbye
I don't fell anything but,
I see blood on the floor, under my body.
I'm suffering, I must be dead,
I've lost so much blood,...
But I'm still alive
I'm lying on the floor
I just can see the ruins of past days
and my skin dyed in red.
I don't know since when I'm here,
with the sun shining thro' the old windows
and people returning to their typical days
I fell so tired
I just wanna close my eyes
and fall asleep, but someone comes into
and sits down اگلے to me.
Looks at my suffering face
And makes me feel so alive
kissxmexgoodbye