Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels...
will I see again
we are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it. always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it. on and on and on we calling out and out again, never looking down in just on awe of what's in front of me
is it real now
Ok, don't laugh 'cause I like this song ... well I don't really like, like it ... but whenever I hear one line in the song, it makes me think ... usually because I'm driving and I drive mindlessly so I have to occupy my mind somehow, right? O_o
Anyway, the line is ...
I let you...
always be what I love and hated
And maybe take a ride to the other side
We're thinkin' of
We'll slip into the velvet glove
And be jaded
There ain't no baby please
When I'm shootin the breeze with her
When everything you see is a blur
but she liesShe is hard on herselfShe is broken and won't ask for helpShe is messy, but she's kindShe is lonely most of the timeShe is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pieShe is gone, but she used to be mine
I pictured this going differently. I meant every word that I said. you should've spend more time listening. all the things that I put a hold on, all for you to hit me with a "hold on." what makes you so ready right now? after I waited on you for so long. - Majid Jordan...
if stones could dream,
they'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece,
and turned into a castle for some towering queen
they're unable to know.
And when that queen's daughter came of age,
I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave,
and suitors would journey...
*jumps up out of desk and starts singing*
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship
Soaring through the sky
Climb aboard get ready to explore
There is so much to find
We're going on a mission start...
Still trapped within my truth.
A hesitant prize fighter,
Still trapped within my youth.
Old but I'm not that old,
Young but I'm not that bold.
Many times I've been a traveler.
I looked for something new.
In days of old when nights were cold,
I wandered without you.