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It might feel like the end of the world-- but it's the beginning of your art.

I took a road that wasn't the road, but it was something I chose and that's fine.

It's a breath you took too late. It's a death that's worse than fate.

It's been the longest time Since I've been in this place, Where I spend my whole day Hoping I'll see your face. Then I script things to say, And maybe what you'd say back. You don't know it yet, But, girl, it's a fact That I can see us Staying up late, Talking all night, But I guess I'll have to wait. 'Cause it's brand-new, Yeah, I know we just met. I want to be there with you, But not just yet. Girl, you've got that look, Like you're hard to impress. So I'm bumbling with words, 'Cause my mind is a mess. You were out of the blue And you caught me by surprise, With a slight smile, that long stare, And a challenge in your eyes I could feel all this In that single look, Like you could see my soul. You could read me like a book, And I think it's something. Though I know we just met, I'm gonna get there with you. You just don't know it ... yet.

It’s not just all physical I’m the type who will get oh so critical

It won't give up, it wants me dead Goddamn this noise inside my head

It's DARE!

I’ve been trying to stay real and true and proud of who I am, all those ideals of how to look I’ve been trying not to care. But I’m still holding my breath, I ‘m still watching every step. I’m still tip-toeing away, when I’m getting to ashamed of myself. I don’t want to be your letdown, I’m scared like hell I’m not enough. I don’t wanna be your failure anymore. — The Glass Child, Letdown

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures are All I can feel Remembering You standing quiet in the rain As I ran to your heart to be near And we kissed as the sky fell in Holding you close How I always held close in your fear Remembering You running soft through the night You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow And screamed at the make-believe Screamed at the sky And you finally found all your courage To let it all go Remembering You fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone white So delicate Lost in the cold You were always so lost in the dark Remembering You how you used to be Slow drowned You were angels So much more than everything Hold for the last time then slip away quietly Open my eyes But I never see anything If only I'd thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart If only I'd thought of the right words I wouldn't be breaking apart All my pictures of you Looking so long at these pictures of you But I never hold on to your heart Looking so long for the words to be true But always just breaking apart My pictures of you There was nothing in the world That I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world That I ever wanted more Than to never feel the breaking apart All my pictures of you

I've finally decided to write about profit for a change But before I really started I already started to feel lame Baby what's it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed

I've played Romeo for Juliet (But in depth) It's vignettes of silhouettes (And then read) And watched Russian roulette, yeah red Soviet Yet doing it simultaneously While dropping down shed oubliettes Turned around and took truth to the head that Love is the ugliest thing too beautiful for death

I walked when I should have run I ran when I should have walked And don't I know it, don't I know it

I was a fool for love, I was a fool.

I was nothing but a failure. A fucked-up, broken shame. I was nothing but this emptiness. A shell ruined by fame. Don’t be afraid to shatter, baby, if that will set you free. I’ll find you in the pieces and that will unbreak me.

I was out in a second and ninjas are missing. Am back to the top every singer and the rappers are shaking their asses am killing they feeling it. Am rocking the party to Klassik it" [From the song AYI]

I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through it all Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Loneliness is a crowded room, Full of open hearts turned to stone, All together all alone

Look into the wall of my mind's eye I think I know, but I don't know why The questions are the answers you might need Coming in a mess, going out in style I ain't good looking, but I'm someone's child No one can give me the air that's mine to breathe.

Love me, love me, love me, Say you do. Let me fly away with you. For my love is like the wind, And wild is the wind. - Wild is the Wind

Manage me, I'm a mess Turn a page, I'm a book Half unread

(It starts with) One thing, I don’t know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away It’s so unreal Didn’t look out below Watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on but didn’t even know Wasted it all just to Watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter

I visit you in my dreams and you talk to me in songs. Each sentence is a bridge taking me closer to the city that you are.

Long live the pioneers Rebels and mutineers Go forth and have no fear Come close the end is near

Maybe I'm overcast. And maybe all my lucks washed down the drain.

Maybe you'll change Abandon all your wicked ways Make amends and start anew again Maybe you'll see All the wrongs you did to me And start all over, start all over again. Who am i kidding? Now, lets not get overzealous here Youre always been a huge piece of shit If i could kill you i would But it's frowned upon in all fifty states Having said that, burn in Hell.

Maybe the key to finding the perfect song is simply rewriting the lyrics.

Maybe the internet raised us, or maybe people are jerks.

Music is not my life. My life is music.

Music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin To bein able to have any f*ckin thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a f*ckin rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry, at night, wishin they'd die Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothin to you, but we're the f*ckin sh*t in they eyes That's why we seize the moment Try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can…

My head is a prison I’ve been locked in from the start, So if I'm treated like a criminal I might as well play the part. (attrib: E. Tancarville)

Night air has the strangest flavour Space to breathe it - time to savour All that night air has to lend me Til the morning makes me angry In the night air, the night air. I've acquired a kind of madness Daylight fills my heart with sadness And only silent skies can soothe me Feel that night air flowing through me In the night air, the night air. I don't need those car-crash colours I control the stars above us Close my eyes to make the night fall The comfort of world revolving I can hear the earth in orbit In the night air, in the night air. I've acquired a taste for silence darkness fills my heart with calmness and each thought like a thief is driven to steal the night air from the heavens In the night air, in the night air...

Music is the secret language that effortlessly connects our bodies, our minds, and our souls. I’m addicted to the lyrics— they speak to me in a way only he and I will understand. So, until it’s safe to speak my mind, I’ll speak to him through lyrics. I’m addicted to him. He’s a song I never want to end.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.

Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams we knew so well. I'll see you around our dear ocean town.

On top of old Smokey, All covered in snow, I lost my true lover By courting too slow. On top of old Smokey, I went there to weep For a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief. For a thief he will rob you, And take what you have, But a false-hearted lover Will put you in your grave. They'll hug you and kiss you And tell you more lies Than cross ties on the railroad Or the stars in the skies. So come all you young maidens And listen to me: Never place your affections On a green willow tree, For the leaves they will whither And the roots will die, And you'll all be forsaken And never know why.

No use wishing now for any other sin.

Our heavenly Father is great in mercy, He feeds and clothes us everyday, We will worship and humbly learn from him For our Lord clothes the grass of the field.

[O]ne man's vulgarity is another's lyric.

Pay to go inside Neruda's home A body lies there with no dome. But right there in the front hall Lean a fairy against the icy wall. Oh Endless enigmas had the bard! Nice and large and calm backyard Ends In the middle of a rare room Rare portrait of revelishing gloom. Up climbing at the weird snail stair Does make you grasp for some air. And there's a room with bric-a-brac: Old and precious books all in a pack. Dare saying what I liked most of all? Enjoyed seeing visitors having a ball!

Pretty's just a pretty word.

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed

our love like stepping on to a plane sitting down in a car walking on unknown land will either take us to where we belong or throw us into darkness

Protect me from my friends I can take care of my enemies

reality has too many heads

Sailboats with they were stars, floating softly through the sky, among our dreams that pay goodbye.

Someday we'll find it the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me

Sometimes I ask myself how autumn smells? My answer: it's the smell of the autumn leaves firework and red wine.

Sometimes we focus too much on the lyrics that we forget to dance to the music. And sometimes we dance to the music and don't listen to the lyrics. Let the rhythm guide you. Let the lyrics inspire you.

Sometimes we focus on the lyrics too much and forget to dance to the music.