My Life
This ain't a song for the brokenhearted. No silent prayer for the faith departed. And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd. You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud. It's my life.
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This ain't a song for the brokenhearted. No silent prayer for the faith departed. And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd. You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud. It's my life.
Just give me one little piece of your heart and I swear I will be true. Just give me one little piece of your heart and I'll break my own in two, for you..
I cried all night the sound like someone being tortured in my mind.The tears that fell, drenched my soul that was as black as hell.
3 months of unbearable shit. Thought I saw the light at the end. But my hopes were broke to bits. When she chose her old friend. Why me. I'm nice. Am I a creep. I pay the price. That he should pay.
I'm tired of being the second choice. Nobody ever feels the comfort in my voice. Your guy doesnt care. And I find that rare. I could treat you great. I could be your soul mate. Yet you fail to see.
Let's look to the ground, not the sky, the sky's a conspiracy, it never works, but the ground keeps you solid, keep you stable. Just take my heart not my hand, dont kill the moment, just let it live.
Showers keep coming Keeping us lounging in side Lethargy is king..
I'm caught in the tide, it's pullin' me in But I'll be damned if I stop swimming......
Feel like I should save the world. When I can barely save myself. Wake up everyday, lost in confusion. I fall in love with every girl. Still I'm always by myself.
A creature is bugging me Standing still but still there you see It's in the way of my work and play Or rather on the PS3 I stand cowering by the door My testosterone feeling quite poor Like a little...
Each mornin' I get up I die a little, can barely stand on my feet. Take a look in the mirror and cry 'Lord what you're doing to me.
I wrote this song lyric when I was 22, when fame was a frustrating issue and good friends, few. I wrote this for someone, in return it saved me.
And What I am to you is not real What I am to you, you do not need What I am to you is not what you mean to me You give me miles and miles of mountains And I'll ask for the sea.
Your eyes light up the room, I can't help but to stare, You laugh at my expense, As I fall for you.
If at some point we all succumb for goodness sake, let us be young. 'Cause time gets harder to outrun, and I'm nobody, I'm not done.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby. ~ Wheatus.
The further we go the closer the distance, To darkness and love, the never-ending souls Choke the air with hearts filled with holes.
Setting this worn out pen on the tears stained paper. I'm writing such a happy story. But it's still no more than just a wish.
Don't hide from me please I've got so much to tell you If you don't I won't I'll stand In the courtyard The alley Or the middle Of the motorway.
so this is the end of the story. everything we had, everything we did. Is buried in dust. And this dust is all that's left of us. And only a few ever worried. while the signs were clear.
Wake me, I'm dreaming Is my heart still beating Cause this life has never felt so good... -Make It Last Forever by Taio Cruz.
So I'm smoking my kush and reading Corinthians.
Another broken arrow pierces your heart. Another dance, another fight with destiny. Just when you thought that time would be over, another one falls. Another chance. Another journey to start.
Cast abound were the Keys of the Zodiac So that they sank to the depths of the soul Such spun Heaven to frozen voids that the ambiance shivered with an age of snow...