Chrise*_* (33)
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... was mich so bewegt....
Fr 19.12.2008 01:44 Uhr | oh it tears me up... | |
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Fr 19.12.2008 01:25 Uhr | miserable at best | |
Fr 19.12.2008 01:05 Uhr | don't stop the music It's gettin late I'm making my way over to my favorite place I gotta get my body moving shake the stress away I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way Possible candidate.... I wanna take you away Lets escape into the music DJ let it play I just can't refuse it Like the way you do this Keep on rocking to it Please don't stop the Please don't stop the Please don't stop the music | |
Do 11.12.2008 01:36 Uhr | wicked game... | |
Do 11.12.2008 00:58 Uhr | i'm not crying -.- So, you’re leaving, aren’t you? I knew it when you said just then when you told me you were leaving That’s when I definitely knew But if you’re trying to break my heart Your plan is flawed from the start You can’t break my heart, it’s liquid It melted when I met you And as you turn around to leave Don’t’ turn back to me Don’t turn around and see if I’m crying I’m not crying I’m not crying It’s just been raining on my face And if you think you see some tear tracks down my cheeks Please. Pleasee, don’t tell my mates I’m not crying No, I’m not crying And if I am crying It’s not because of you It’s because I’m thinking about a friend of mine who you don’t know who is dying That’s right, dying These aren’t tears of sadness because you’re leaving me I’ve just been cutting onions I’m making a lasagna For one Oh, I’m not crying No There’s just a little bit of dust in my eye That’s from the path that you made when you said your goodbye I’m not weeping because you won’t be here to hold my hand For your information there’s an inflammation in my tear gland I’m not upset because you left me this way My eyes are just a little sweaty today They’ve been looking around They’re like searching for you They’ve been looking for you Even though I told them not to These aren’t tears of sadness They’re tears of joy I’m just laughing Ha ha ha-ha ha I'm sitting at this table called love Staring down at the irony of life How come we’ve reached this fork in the road And yet it cuts like a knife? I’m not crying I’m not crying I’m not cry-y-y-y-ing | |