i’m not a princess…

So you’re sorry
that face of an angel
comes out just when you need it to
and that face back and forth all this time
because I honestly believed in you
holding on
and days track on
stupid girl,
I should have known, I should have known
I am not a princes, this ain’t a fairy tale
Try to catch me now, it’s too late to catch me now

I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairy tale
I’m not the one to sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it too late for you and your white horse, to come around

Baby I was naive,
and lost in your eyes
and never really had a chance
I had so many dreams
about you and me
happy endings
now I know
I am not a princes, this ain’t a fairy tale
Try to catch me now, it’s too late to catch me now

I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairy tale
I’m not the one to sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it too late for you and your white horse, to come around

-Taylor Swift
catch.me.now

1st for 09 : just right

saw this from a friend’s blog… the lyrics can’t get any better…

Tasting you and rain i walk down to the train ,Try not to look down
This day could someday be an anniversary, Everything is light and sound
Facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me
Where this train wants to go, Living by the hour i stopped for every flower
Everything is soft and slow, Now all these tastes improve
Through the view that comes with you, Like they handed me my life
For the first time it felt right, Thank you for making me see there’s a life in me
It was dying to get out,

Holding you we make two spoons beneath an april moon
Everything is soft and sweet, This cigarette it could seduce a nation with its smoke
Crawling down my tired throat, Scratches part of me that’s purring
Softly stirring, I’m captain of industry smoking famously
Feet up on the windowsill, Looking at all these trees i feel affinity with
Everything so soft and still-budding at my fingertips
Touching you i start to bloom, Alive with trains and passing ships

Soft and sweet upon your lips now, I go “oh wow”
Thank you for taking me from my monastary
I was dying to get out, With tears of gratitude
I like my latitude, A cross town train to you
Now all these tastes improve, Through the view that comes with you
Like they handed me my life, For the first time it felt worth it
Like i deserved it

-Sweet Avenue, Damien Rice

song of the week

      Fixated.Again.

      I heard somebody, I’m just not sure who, humming this while I was typing away one of my many evaluations at work, and try as I might, I could not put it outta my head. I stopped and spent the next 15 minutes, yes it took that long, to find this song. I just had to listen to it, over and over and over. The melody and lyrics were so overwhlemingly conveying what I have felt, feeling and I predict would feel in the next few months. It’s very seldom you’d find a song that would make you cry at the same time would comfort you. It’s rare you’d find a song so old you couldn’t exactly remember how you’ve come to know the song, all you know is it is your current fave.

      That was last Friday. It’s Monday now and I have played this song at least a thousand times. And yes, it touched me, soothed me, lulled me to sleep. Who would’ve thought I’d find the things I am longing for in a song?                 http://jubaliciouz.imeem.com/music/UV6rGIk3/florence_warner_hello_love/

HELLO LOVE

Florence Warner

Hello love, where you’ve been?
I tried to start without you
But I lost it in the wind
Hello love, come on in
I sure could use a friend to tell me
How to start again.

It’s good to see you
You’ve been gone for so long.

what.hurts.the.most

‘what hurts the most…
was being so close…
and having so much to say…
and watching you walk away’

                                 -what.hurts.the.most
                                   rascal.flatts

Heart of Sword (Before Dawn)

When I’m alone, tomorrow feels far away.
And I must go over still into the darkness of dawn.
If I try to play it straight, it will no doubt fail,
And tonight it won’t go well between us again.

You can’t see all of my hard efforts, because it’s only result
Is that it makes no sense. It really is a “tightrope”.
More effort, more damage–this is my daily life.
Taking a cynical attitude may give me some comfort…

Hiding myself, heated and irritated; living only a short time.
When I’m alone, tomorrow feels far away.
And I must go over still into the darkness of dawn.

If I let my emotions free,
My dreams will once again not go well.
I think the balance sheet of my life is imperfect.
If I add up the plusses and minuses, will it really equal zero?

I want to control all my luck
That may be used up before my life is ended.
you don’t know–you can change logic at your will.

I hurt myself because of you, over and over;
But my love didn’t go away–it kept coming back.
The toughness gained from my damage is unbelievable.
I won’t be able to sleep at all tonight either.

However many times it’s repeated,
It revives again and again–because it’s love.
You can’t blame my emotion,
Because you should know it will never fade away.

When I’m alone, tomorrow feels far away.
And even though I’m in the darkness of dawn, I have to go.
I don’t care about “bad affinity”.
Even if our love is not doing well,
Nevertheless we have deep ties.                                    -heart.of.sword.
                                 ost.rurouni.kenshin