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mypoetyismyemotions
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46 points | Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne
May 17, 2007 @ 01:14:22 pm | So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
[Chorus:]
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the s**t that you do [CD version]
All the stuff that you do [radio edited version]
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
[Chorus]
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
[Chorus x2]
[x2]
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
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mypoetyismyemotions
Apprentice
46 points | Nobody's Home - Avril Lavigne
May 17, 2007 @ 01:12:46 pm | I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
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mypoetyismyemotions
Apprentice
46 points | My World... A Poem By Me... MYPOETRYISMYEMOTIONS.....
April 05, 2007 @ 05:52:39 am | My world is a dark and cold place...
People hurt others because they want to...
And
People still hurt others even if they don't want to...
As it grows colder, I start to wonder if I exist to the world of others... at all...
But still I'm happy...
Happy to be alone,
Happy to be myself,
Happy to wonder why I always fall ill...
To bad my life is over before it even started...
My Parents are getting divorced and there's no way to stop it from happening...
I always run...
I always hide...
I always will try to find
my own way and see whether if,
"Will I ever get lost?"
Wonderous worlds torn apart...
Wonderous worlds dismantelled through my heart...
Will I ever stop to smell the Roses?
But, Who am I kidding?
My life is a Rose...
My good times are my petals of great and wonderful times...
My Bad and horrible time a the thorns on my stem...
My stem is my life line...
And yet I still wonder how,
How can I still have great friends?
My thorns a sharp...
My burdens are heavy...
My Petals are no longer living...
So, I'm making this poem to make my long time mem'ries live again...
To make my heart feel,
To make me dream,
To make me see the things I've always wanted to see...
I dream of a world better than this...
I see a world of wonder and bliss...
My heart can feel...
I can love again...
I now know that, what i'm feeling now is real...
Too real for it to be a dream...
And too Painful for me to bear...
The Hurt I still feel inside...
Inside my heart and burned and burried in my thoughts...
I thank you god for giving me life and pain...
I thank you god for the truth you always bring to me...
Because I know now that peoples life problems come from their social dexterity...Reply |
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