IRONIC SONGS FOR BOO

Scars
Papa Roach

Tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel.

I’m drunk and i’m feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I’m pissed cuz you came around
Why don’t you just go home

Cuz you channeled all your pain
And I can’t help you fix yourself
You’re making me insane
All I can say is…

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
The scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you’re drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion’s in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
The scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I’m drunk and i’m feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You should have never come around
Why don’t you just go home
Cuz you’re drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand

I left my heart open
But you didn’t understand
But you didn’t understand
Go fix yourself
I can’t help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I’m sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can’t help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I’m sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut

My weakness is that I care too much
The scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
The scars remind us that the past is real

I tear my heart open just to feel

~=White Flag =~
Dido

I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it where’s the sense in that?

I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be I know
I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble

I understand if you can’t talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of “it’s over” then I’m sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on….

I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be

GLITTER

BLOGTHINGS

oh my this made grin… an evilish grin at that… *wink* hehehe!

Your Daddy Is Dennis Rodman

What You Call Him: Pops Why You Love Him: He gives good spankings

Who’s Your Daddy?

so true

The Three Question Personality Test

hihihi… call me “L” for short.. *wink*

Your Sexy Brazilian Name is:

Luíza Oliveira

What’s Your Sexy Brazilian Name?

OH EM GEE! lech! <_< … figures… *roll eyes*

How You Are In Love

You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time. You tend to take more than give in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you’re with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don’t try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren’t loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?
last

In a Past Life…

You Were: An Insane Poet. Where You Lived: Turkey. How You Died: The Plague.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

PAIN,PAIN GO AWAY

why don’t you leave me alone? why do you haunt each of my waking hour? how come you always keep me company… i’m tired…wouldn’t you ever let me rest? i’ve not ask to move on… i’ve accepted the fact that i’m always left here… the same spot where i’ve been LEFT before… it’s so easy for him to do it…again…and again… oh, pain…why don’t you do the same thing?

CAGE DANCE

some 730 days and 20 pounds ago, i used to be a semi-dance floor queen.i had the energy to dance from dusk ’til the wee hours of the morning, without a care for any body part that’s showing or anyone who’s looking. i used to be someone who lets loose gyrating and lap dancing to whatever music’s playing…now where did that girl go?

seeing the cages and the ledge last friday aroused in me that desire to let loose.i dubbed myself a “semi” because i haven’t braved either of those two dancing platforms ever.i knew before that i could, and since i wanted to do it i should but i just didn’t know when i would!hehe!

chicken!that’s what i am.i could’ve conquered that long overdue fantasy of mine last weekend but the usual cold feet doused the heat.suddenly, i was aware of everybody’s presence, and conscious of what everyone’s going to say.what a coward…

i’ve passed up the opportunity to feel that freedom, that different kind of high.and i’ve realized, i’ve changed so much that i’m having difficulties recognizing myself.there’s so much i’m keeping inside, there’s so much i’m preventing myself from doing, for reasons i thought would be worth it.i’ve lost myself in the process of trying to be better without realizing i’m good enough as it is.i became immersed in so much inhibitions i almost reached a point where i no longer know what i could or could not do…well, almost. wanting to become proper has eaten up all my guts and digested my daring self.good thing i’ve realized before that part of myself was flushed down the drain.

it may take another 730 days and shedding of 20 pounds, but i’d like to bring that girl back,albeit a little more mature.i’m about to cross the line between being me and being someone i am not and i’m turning around now, maybe still a little cautious, but heck i’d take myself back.

i’d step on that ledge, i’d conquer that cage…i’ll embrace that different kind of high…in time…just give me time.