Once a dear friend of mine told me that
there are three types of people:
the Normal ones, the Made ones and the Born ones.
"You are something really different if you are a Born one because you are never going to stop
thinking and looking for the... well, for the cause of the human mistake.
On the other hand, if you are a Made one you are going to grow and search only during the time
when you are with the person who "made you", who has to be a "Born" one.
♡ i really enjoy this song .♡
♡ you turned me into someone loved ♡
sometimes , we see something so beautiful
that we have to stop and wonder how
this come into someone's mind to create it
in the first place .
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing.
It's time we all reach out for something new,
That means you too
I never meant to cause you any sorrow.
I never meant to cause you any pain.
I only wanted to be some kind of friend.
I only wanted to one time see you laughing.
I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain.
Baby I could never steal you from another.
Do you think there's such a thing as a box of lost illusions ,
or a place to all the people we miss or lost in our lives ?
A cemetery inside us all that we keep them in ,
cause why would we ever want to let them go .
and what if there's nothing in it ?
Some people live in their own world ,
and sometimes you see someone trying to get in ,
other times , you see the same person trying to get out .
I don't think people understand that ,
although most of us just want someone
that wants to see what's inside .
Most of the time ,
we are more afraid to let what's on the inside
going outside .
So precious in our unique way ,
we preserve and glorify
and we won't ever let this world corrupt us all .
and we may never . . .
Broken lines, across my mirror
Show my face, all red and bruised
And though I screamed and I screamed,well ..
No one came running
No I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you
I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone else
- yoshi .
" ... baker baker baking a cake
make me a day
make me whole again
what's in your cake this time
baker baker can you explain
he tells me i pushed him away
that my heart's been hard to find
and i wonder how mine could taste
maybe we could change his mind
you came to make sure that i'm not running
well i ran from him in all kinds of ways
guess it was his turn this time
thought i'd make friends with time
thought we'd be flying
maybe not this time ...
baker baker i wonder if he's O.k.
if you see him say hi . . . "