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tried to take a picture..of love
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
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im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
tried to write a letter..in ink..
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
To Look is to See Somehow it seems,
When I do look,
I often do not see
The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,
All that is right in front of me
And soon it seems I look to love
And her star struck eyes
gaze into mine.
But I do not see that look of love
that truly is divine.
So whether my eyes are open,
Or they are tightly closed in sleep
I long to see that which I look at
That which pangs me deep.
So eyes of mine help me to see
and not just look as an act of choice.
For once I see what's inside of me,
only then can I find my inner voice.
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
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Friday, December 19, 2008 ( 8:32 PM )
To Look is to See Somehow it seems,
When I do look,
I often do not see
The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,
All that is right in front of me
And soon it seems I look to love
And her star struck eyes
gaze into mine.
But I do not see that look of love
that truly is divine.
So whether my eyes are open,
Or they are tightly closed in sleep
I long to see that which I look at
That which pangs me deep.
So eyes of mine help me to see
and not just look as an act of choice.
For once I see what's inside of me,
only then can I find my inner voice.
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these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
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EMPTY
song by Click Five
tried to take a picture, of love..
didn't think I'd miss her, that much..
I want to fill this new frame
but its empty
tried to write a letter, in ink..
its been getting better, I think..
I got a piece of paper
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
and I've even wondered, if we..
should be getting under, these sheets..
we could lie in this bed
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
oh oh
oh oh
oooooh
oh oh
oh oh
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
we're empty
we're empty
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