Without You
All appears to be fine
Laughing people and nice sceneries
Great atmospheres and love in the air
Yes, all seems special, so great..
But what does it matter
If one can't open her heart
If you keep everything to yourself
Even the greatest feeling of joy
Will cool and turn to stone
You used to be with me
You were there, all the way
Smiling and whispering softly
You made me feel okay
Those were the only times when I could
Be proud of myself
The past is the past
What was then can't be retrieved
Though you'll always live on
You're in my thoughts
In my memories, and in my dreams
Giving me that worried look
The look you always used to give me
The thought of you hurts
Because when I think of you
I wish you were here
Even though you'll never be
Never again
You had to leave me.. forever
As it appears
You're the only who ever understood me
You were the only one
Who could erase dark thoughts
That arose in my mind
You made me feel pretty
Now I'm left feeling ugly and insane
Living on without you
Is like going somewhere without directions
Running hard or walking slow
Will both make me crush down
Crush down so hard and painful
The happy couples
And all the people who can smile
Will never fully recognize
The feeling of being left alone
In the darkness
They shall never be able
To understand or do something
For those who can open their hearts
Will always have someone around them
They will never be alone
So they shall never feel as lonely
Left out, or out of place
So what does it matter now
Why are you all trying to help me
Why are you all saying you're there
And that I can tell you everything
If the girl in question
Can't break free from the past
And open up her heart..














Comments
I wish I understood you like he did, so I could help you through this.. I try, honey, I really do, but it's not very easy. If it's okay, I'll keep trying. But when I don't, could you help me? Because I really want to help you and always be there for you.
I love you honey!
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Yvonne
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! *dramatic chord*
De gast waar het over geschreven is is een 'hersenspinsel' waar ik in geloofde toen ik jonger was.. ik had ooit een grote fantasie.
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..Dying Is The Day Worth Living For..
Ach so. Hersenspinsels kunnen heel handig zijn. Ik praat tegen de mijne. In een of andere reden in het Engels.
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Yvonne
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! *dramatic chord*
I love you, hun
Tja, hersenspinsels, had ze vroeger heb ze nu nog. je wilt niet weten hoe ze vroeger heette...
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I've got 3 things to do today
1. get up
2. survive
3. go back to bed
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..Dying Is The Day Worth Living For..
De mijne heet nu Tuomas. Simpel omdat ik geen namen kan verzinnen en hij mn idool is (dus zoek er niks achter plz? XD)
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..Dying Is The Day Worth Living For..
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Yvonne
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! *dramatic chord*
I'd rather speak English.
Of Fins...
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..Dying Is The Day Worth Living For..
look to the futher instead of the past
i sometimes also get catched by the past. but it's no good: what's done is done. you cant change it no matter how hard you try, but you can try to restore it.
and if i don't understand you the much i need to i'll go working on that
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moeije is raaie hoe mijn heette....
lukt je toch niet
ze heetten fristi, hamburger en patat (volgensmij was er ook een cola of milkshake, maar dat weet ik niet meer) van de Mcdonalds...
En ze woonde in de muur...
tja, wilde fantasie he
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I've got 3 things to do today
1. get up
2. survive
3. go back to bed
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