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Why Not Live in the Moment?Why Not Live in the Moment?More Like This
Can't see the road ahead, can't see the road behind,
The air is too heavy with fog, no need for my mind.
I can only see now, why look before or after you,
When I can be with you here, and now.
The places I sang of, the places I've been,
Are nothing compared to you.
Nothing is worth the pain, nothing worth the sorrow,
So why try to look forward, into oblivion?
I have always loved living in the now,
Never looking back, or forward.
No use in being scared, or in being lonely.
I'm always lonely, always scared.
But what’s the use in being afraid of being alone.
I'm always alone, even in a crowd, I hide in my mind.
Hold onHold onMore Like This
Hold on. Just keep holding on to nothing.
For nothing is all that we have.
It is all that we will ever have,
Nothing but love to hold on to,
When pain tries to pull you down.
I fall again into love, into your arms.
How are you always there for me?
You must be worried, must think I’m gone.
I just disappeared, you love me don’t you?
You fell, and no one was there to catch you.
So you fell deeper and deeper. You loved it.
Love feels so warm, warmer than any other warmth.
You say that all that you think of, night and day,
Is my soft warm embrace. But why? Why think
Of something that you know you cannot have.
Why dream of somet
LiesLiesMore Like This
No one is truly alone,
No one is truly happy,
No one is truly sad.
No one is truly how they want to be.
Lies like religion just give us hope.
Before the lies we tell each other shatter it.
Little white lies help us feel true,
They cover us like morning dew.
All these lies make us scared,
Instead of prepared,
For the holders of the truth,
And the keepers of our youth,
We will always be distrusted,
When the truth becomes lies.
LoveLoveMore Like This
Love is a difficult thing,
We don’t know anything,
About this thing called love,
That doesn’t come from above,
Nor from down below,
Where the fires grow,
It only comes from the heart,
That knows it from the start,
And finding the right one,
Now that’s the part that’s fun.
The Hand That Holds His Heart The Hand That Holds His HeartMore Like This
He loves her with a love that he has never seen.
He doesn’t know what to think about how he feels.
He smiled when he first heard her voice, he knew she didn’t speak often anymore.
He wondered how she felt about him, he had never seen her before.
Now he was planning to move in with her, she was halfway across the country.
He never saw a picture, he just had a blind faith in her.
He heard her sing, she never sang for anyone before.
She had wanted to sing for him, just him and him alone.
She said that she loved him, she said that she cared, but he never saw her.
She didn’t exist, just a character
When Will They Save HerWhen Will They Save HerMore Like This
They act so cold, like they don’t care.
They seem to think she isn’t there.
But she is and I can see her heart.
So kind and sweet though abused from the start.
They try to hurt her, and maybe they do.
But she doesn’t let it get to her and neither should you.
She just sits there smiling, taking their hurtful words.
I sit there watching them, they’re oversized birds.
Her smiling not failing to make them stop.
She doesn’t care anyway, and then comes a pop.
The sound of the can of the soda they spray.
She doesn’t care anyway.
When will someone save her from this hell?
I will never be abl
We CannotWe CannotMore Like This
We cannot live without dying,
We cannot do without trying,
We cannot run without walking,
We cannot sing without talking,
So many things in our way,
Stopping us every day,
So many things to overcome,
So much stuff to get done.
We can never do it all,
All we ever do is fall.
How He Sees the WorldHow He Sees the WorldMore Like This
He sees the world from a different land, no one seems to understand.
How does he feel form day to day, while no one seems to see his way?
The cold dark look in his eyes, the gentle look of demise.
His slight smile, which appeared from time to time, will always be mine.
He smiles at me like he could care, about me like he knows I’m there.
I see his world, bit by bit, I know just how he feels, how he sees it.
His eyes see the world, exactly how it is, millions of people just trying to live.
He sees the world like I do, he doesn’t even try to.
He just seems to understand, every ocean, every land, which he holds
In the cityIn the cityMore Like This
In the city the lights are our stars because you can’t see the real ones,
In the city you will not see the cows except the human ones,
In the city you aren’t safe, and you never will be.
In the city no one cares about you.
In the city you’re just another person in a crowd.
In the city you are no one, everyone ignores you, there’s no use in fighting.
In the city you will always be no one, you will always have no name.
In the city you must lock your doors, no matter what happens.
In the city you do things differently and not many survive.
You can only live or die in the city, no one ever leaves.
Bridge BurnerBridge BurnerMore Like This
He burned a bridge, he can’t go back now.
And now he just watches it burn, burn, burn.
He left his home, set out alone.
Now he just watches it burn, burn, burn.
His heart seems warmed by the fir, as it scales even higher.
He burned the bridge after he crossed it.
And now he just watches it burn, burn, burn.
No one can find him, he crossed it all alone.
Now he just watches it burn, burn, burn.
He burned the bridge, out of blind faith, that he would finally be saved.
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