Filed under: Lyrics
The dream, wide broken
Seemed like all was lost
What would be the future
Could you pay the cost
You wonder,
Will there ever be
a second time around?
Woah-a, woah-a
When the tears are over
And the moment has come
Say "My lord,
I think I found someone"
And no one would be better
To be putting it together
For the second time around
We got the woman and man
We got the kids in a clan
Only time will tell
If all these dreams fit under one umbrella
Step by step
Day by day
A fresh start over
A different hand to play
The deeper we fall
The stronger we stay
And we'll be better
The second time around
Step by step
Day by day
{Day by day}
A fresh start over
A different hand to play
Only time will tell
But you nkow what they say
We'll make it better
The second time around
Filed under: emo
We’re all poets. Lonelysouls in outaspace. I’m thinking a lot the last time. More than I speak, seriousely. I’m so lonesome I could die. Started talking in Lyrics.. This is kinda stupid. But my way at this point of life. It just cam eto me today.. Green is the color of hope. And that’s what this song(link!) is about.. I thank all this bands outa there who have not just this stupid lyrics.. Thank you for thinking as much about life as I do.
Thank you…
-J
Filed under: emo
Whatever. It’S always good to know that ppl read ur stuff.
The glas is not half empty as pesimists say..
-J
Filed under: emo
How do you survive feeling left alone?
There’s def. no need for you to understand this entry. K. The last days all this weird thought came up to my mind and I’m more weird than usual. I had been to a FOB concert lately (Berlin, Postbahnhof) and it was quite nice. Well quite nice doesn’t sound amazing. That’s because it wasn’T. I love their music. But I had the feeling that the equipment was not the best so all the sound sounded like you turn up your radio too loud.. If you know what I’m talking about. The guys were gorgeous though. I didn’t even know their names even though I listen to their musik for about 2 years now.. That’s somehow funny. But after the concert I got amazed by the bass-man. Weird. I never ever had obsessions to stars because they’re wether reach nor touchable. (that sucks btw..) But like in the past 2 days I discovered Pete as a very interesting person.. (I even don’T know if the links’ really to his blog.. sorry if not) I started wondering about the soul behind the man.. Alot of gils were screaming “fuck me Pete” “I wanna get laid” “Ficken” And other weird stuff.. But how can u “fuck” so. you don’t know? Even though he came down the stage and asked me for a **ck I would (have said) say no. Y? Well he’s damn cute. Lol… Weird? Of course! I like his smile. The way he smiled on “grand theft Autumn” when all of us jelled “Where is your boy tonight” made my heart flip. I like cute boys. Well he’s a man whatever. The question is.. Why is this man so obesessed with writing blogs and displying himself on Buzznet? His dog Hemmingway is pretty cute btw.. Rewminds me of mycat Chipsey. Or Mauricey.. Oh Maurice..(Miss you my guardian angel…) Well I know why..I’m kindof the same kind, I guess. Another question..another page to turn.. You’ll never answer so I better forget. As I said: Wether reach nor touchable….
-Still not gettin’any.. J
Wow! I just heard this song today and it’s fantastic! This is to my friends and family. The Lyrics come with the sound:-)
-J
@Joern there we have the “one door closes theory” again.. 
Filed under: Daily life
Why am I here?
Forget the question,
gimme another beer!
*lol* how stupid is this?!
-J
Where should I start, where do I begin? I never felt alone this time of year…There are moments I could lay down and die. Hopelesness is myself. Oh Lord now there you go with hope again, .. I’m believing in the end.
Crazy. Heart explodes because of a Fall out boy. Tell me what’s wrong with society? Photoshop pictures in Magazines telling me how I should be. Tell me what’s going on..?! Is everybody Crazy? There’S no more normal families make their kids feel like World War III is anybody gonna save me?!
Cancer. Turn away, if you could get me a drink of water cause my lips a chapped and fadded; Where is my boy tonight? I hope he’S a gentleman. Hope he finds out that I’m the last good thing of this part of town. Hands down! Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep! Hard to Say, how I feel today.. Looooong ago… just like I heard you again and again.
I had a history of killing myself, you had a habit of dying. I never felt you beside me. It’S cruel, but I got a good hold on. I have the heart of a lion. I’m NOT OK, I promise.
I’m not o fucking kay.
What words can I say. Tonight is all about missing you. I can’t forget your style. A house of wolves. And I’D do anything just to feel better. I got a dark alley and a bad Idea that says you should shout your mouth. When do you count my hits and not just my misses?
Poets are just kids who didn’T make it. Reputate! I’m standing in the shadows. this might be a good excuse. Let it Bleed. So deep. These words are just one long empty road. Don’t know what to tell.
It’s a silent murder, it’S a grave that sings your song. It’S a quiet failure. It’S the one that makes me strong?! MY heart is the worst kind of weapon. The causes of my past mistakes. Empty enother bottle. This is me wishing you into the worst situations. And this is me -on my own- Wasting time. I’m still trying to hold it all inside. Something is missing. I might send postcards from a planecrash. On my several ways to die trying. Unnoticed.
I just can get right. So shut up. Get out! You hear me?! The place I have come to fear the most. tho think about the pros and cons of breathing. Living is just a waste of death. Start with your spotlight in me. 4 o’clock in the fucing morning.Now I’m ready to be free. So here I am it’s in my head. you wanna dance with me? Sure. Where not supposed to dance in the streets. We don’t have any music. You know what? WE’ll makesome!
So this is the way it ends us. Erasing each and everything of you and I. It’s enver enough for us, we love the suffering too much. Nothing left to lose. Why can’t I just walk away? It’s easier to run each day.
So this is how I disappear. GO! Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel like out of place. I lock myself int he room. Radio so loud noone hears me screaming. You don’tknow what it’slike to be me.
-Welcome to my life.
Filed under: Lyrics
The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
as far as he sees nothing’s left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
A singer, a writer,
he’s not dreaming now of going no where
he gave heed to nothing
and all that he was is just a tragedy
So he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got him there, there, there, there
violent frustration
he cries out to God or just no one
is there a point to this madness
and all that he was is just a tragedy
He feels alone
His heart in his hand
He’s alone
He feels like
I feel
Then on that last day he breaks
and he stood tall
then he yelled, then he yelled
(Why world? WHY WORLD?? Hate you! HATE YOU!!! BYE WORLD!!!!!!)
violent frustration
he cries out to God or just no one
is there a point to this madness
and all that he was is just a tragedy
Filed under: Lyrics
The singer finished singing and she’s walking out
The singer sheds a tear, her fear of falling out
And it’s hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It’s hard to say that I was wrong
It’s hard to say I miss you
Since you’ve been gone, it’s not the same
My worries weigh the world,how I used to be
And everything, I’m cold, seems a plague in me
And it’s hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It’s hard to say that I was wrong
It’s hard to say I miss you
Since you’ve been gone, it’s not the same
It’s hard to say I held my tongue
It’s hard to say if only
Since you’ve been gone, it’s not the same
Worse than the fear it’s the lie you told a thousand times before
Worse than a fear it’s the knife
But it’s hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried
It’s hard to say that I was wrong
It’s hard to say I miss you
Since you’ve been gone, it’s not the same
It’s hard to say I held my tongue
It’s hard to say if only
Since you’ve been gone, I’m not the same
It’s hard to say (God, it’s hard to say)
Since you’ve been gone,
I’m not the same
Filed under: Inspiration
The opposite of love
is not hate,
it’s disinterest.
Some special ppl should think about that..!
Das Gegenteil von Liebe ist nicht Hass, sondern Gleichgültigkeit. Hab mir mal ein paar Gedanken darüber gemacht und es ist richtig. Thomas z.B. ist mir mitlerweile total gleichgültig. Nur leider begreift er das nicht und versucht nochimmer wieder und wieder mit mir in Kontakt zu treten-genauso wie eine gewisse Katharina D. (Mehr als nervenaufreibend, diese Frau). Das langweilt ziemlich, da es mir wirklich gleichgültig ist was er/sie sagt und tut und wenn er-sie morgen tot umfällt, dann werde ich auch ganz bestimmt nicht auf seiner/ihrer Beerdigung um ihn/sie weinen. … Man kann nur hoffen, dass seine Verlobte mit seinen ständigen Fehltritten (Fremdgeherei) klarkommt(Zu Jens sag ich ja sowieso nichts mehr…;-)). Männer sind dämlich..;) Aber noch dümmer, wenn sie nicht wissen, wann es genug ist. Dieser Punkt ist schon lange erreicht.*achselzuck* naja, ich muss das ja Thank god nicht mehr ertragen..;)
-J
