tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13705529709889942632011-04-21T18:49:13.115-07:00Megan Herchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10459398800327588387noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370552970988994263.post-74703937088412984192008-10-26T13:32:00.000-07:002008-10-26T13:41:58.163-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There are so many things that frustrate me,<br />like not being able to be in the cover of a magazine and being worshiped by everyone..<br />watching you from far behind, the way only you can "fit in"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">how you ignore me when I pass by your side, you don't even seem to notice<br />And when you're alone, and look everywhere and don't know what to do..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">point me with your lasser, I want to be there.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let the sky collide with the ground, let our eyes find each other in the crowd..<br />You should set your eyes in stuff that are more valuable, in real stuff</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.. not temporary disguises</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I answer: I'm alone and bored, so I set my eyes in whatever I want</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I accept all of your attentions, and I will keep on accepting them though I know I'll miss them when you're gone.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I hear you in the radio, I'm gonna change the station</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and will trust that you will be back one day when the cold is unstopable,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">one of those December days..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One more reason to ask myself once again, why do you always leave me??</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370552970988994263-7470393708841298419?l=xfukinxprepx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Megan Herchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10459398800327588387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370552970988994263.post-75122630732486899982008-10-14T19:00:00.000-07:002008-10-14T19:47:05.220-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If everything is perfect.. Where is the drama??<br />Sometimes I wanna create polemic, don't get bored to easily and be happy just because (us)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If everything is perfect.. Where is the magic??</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The magic of crying and let the heart bleed a little bit</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm sorry if I didn't pay attention, I was busy thinking that I wanted action!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">your curls do not hurt if they are not like thorns against my face..<br />I wont have the pleasure to heal and see my face get back its personality.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By saying yes, I quit to be an impossible love, to be an imposible, I'm so possible that I lose my charm</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And even if you don't twist anymore, sometimes I have to scratch you so that I can hear you scream a little.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If everything is perfect.. Where is the pain?? Where is my obsesion??</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We love to be sad and to cry every night.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but you're so happy now that I have to literally poke your eyes to get you to tear a little.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and I'm so happy now that I have a reason to live for, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm not lost anymore and I love being lost!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If i take my mask away.. you would run away from me.. YES YOU WOULD!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"We're afraid of losing the people that we love and that love us"..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm even more unhappy when I'm happy</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If I lose you, I lose myself, I lose the judgement and acknowledge</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If everything is perfect.. Where is my inspiration??</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm gonna create a love tragedy, I'm gonna create hell in heaven..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm gonna scratch and kill so that a caress can be more creative in our love..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My love, you're not fragil at all.. you're so strong! you don't need of my care..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you're capable of putting me against the wall, make me shake from fear..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my songs only talk about love.. because is the only thing that people would really want to feel..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but us, the artists, are never happy at all! It's never enough..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">something is always wrong..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370552970988994263-7512263073248689998?l=xfukinxprepx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Megan Herchahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10459398800327588387noreply@blogger.com0