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underneath the stars
It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again. ~Elizabeth Aston
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Yes She Does, No She Doesn't; Flip A Coin...
00:53



The Last Song Ever
Secondhand Serenade
Awake

I wish my life was this song
cause songs they never die
I could write for years and years
and never have to cry
I’d show you how I feel
without saying a word
I could wrap up both our hearts
I know it sounds absurd

and I saw the tears on your face
I shot you down and I slammed the door
but couldn’t make a sound
so please stay sweet my dear
don’t hate me now
I can't tell how this last song ends

The way that I feel tonight so down
so down I pray I can swim just
so I won't drown
and the waves that crash over me
I am gasping for air take my hand
so I can breathe as I write this last song down

and I saw the tears on your face I shot you down
and I slammed the door but couldn’t make a sound
so please stay sweet my dear
don’t hate me now
I can't tell how this last song ends

The broken glass ..... your moistened skin
was everything was everything

and your broken voice ..... was quivering
your everything your everything

Scream at me make it the best I ever heard
laugh out loud I know it sounds absurd

Scream at me make it the best I ever heard
your everything your everything

Heart beats slowing pains are growing
does she love you that’s worth knowing

Heart beats slowing pains are growing
does she love you that’s worth knowing

~Zhongy~


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