tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58539509822076872722024-03-05T14:44:07.212+07:00The Unheard Voice"You shouldn't regret anything that you say, because it was what you were feeling at the moment."zaeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11005409657160902234noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853950982207687272.post-29663789223747552912009-08-14T04:31:00.002+07:002009-08-14T04:54:16.438+07:00EndahNRhesa - When You Love Someone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUuYuYquaiLZHuVMcT1FkyORMT22wmDPzexToI7Op2voPPAPu5fQJAHbQhJEhnsILBVASGjoDdLc5yeE-VdLErAx_MBYmyzMYndVBx1y2sAK4y-yr-s2g2JL4ft3oiMBJZkXkyEKrTxz3/s1600-h/love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUuYuYquaiLZHuVMcT1FkyORMT22wmDPzexToI7Op2voPPAPu5fQJAHbQhJEhnsILBVASGjoDdLc5yeE-VdLErAx_MBYmyzMYndVBx1y2sAK4y-yr-s2g2JL4ft3oiMBJZkXkyEKrTxz3/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369569919676752402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I love you but it’s not so easy to make you here with me<br />I wanna touch and hold you forever<br />But you’re still in my dream<br />And I can't stand to wait ‘till nite is coming to my life<br />But I still have a time to break a silence<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you love someone</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">just be brave to say that you want him to be with you</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">when you hold your love</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">don’t ever let it go</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">or you will loose your chance</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">to make your dreams come true...</span></span><br /><br />I used to hide and watch you from a distance and i knew you realized<br />I was looking for a time to get closer at least to say... “hello”<br />And I can’t stand to wait your love is coming to my life<br /><br />When you love someone<br />just be brave to say that you want him to be with you<br />when you hold your love<br />don’t ever let it go<br />or you will loose your chance<br />to make your dreams come true...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I never thought that I’m so strong</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I stuck on you and wait so long</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">but when love comes it can’t be wrong</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don’t ever give up just try and try to get what you want</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cause love will find the way....</span></span><br /><br />When you love someone<br />just be brave to say that you want him to be with you<br />when you hold your love<br />don’t ever let it go<br />or you will loose your chance<br />to make your dreams come true...<br /></div>zaeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11005409657160902234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853950982207687272.post-71792893325565440782009-07-31T02:42:00.004+07:002009-07-31T02:50:36.870+07:00The Used - Blood On My Hands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWs4Zbyxk1RO3oVxNJkyVL-bPBd_nzX3EXvN9rOm3FDIcGUnNS9vbOuFhSl3ZjoY7xFBhOiuDJqeJkTyPd8Hs-jlgDpvhw6Bc0iODZFyQ9K2oslEw6Cvz3a5d_Shua_hwAw_H7nAe2aIRq/s1600-h/bleeding+hand.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWs4Zbyxk1RO3oVxNJkyVL-bPBd_nzX3EXvN9rOm3FDIcGUnNS9vbOuFhSl3ZjoY7xFBhOiuDJqeJkTyPd8Hs-jlgDpvhw6Bc0iODZFyQ9K2oslEw6Cvz3a5d_Shua_hwAw_H7nAe2aIRq/s320/bleeding+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364342764505373202" border="0" /></a><br />You felt the coldness in my eyes,<br /><div style="text-align: left;">And something I'm not revealing.<br /><br />Though you got used to my disguise<br />You can't shake this awful feeling.<br />It's the me that I let you know,<br />'Cause I never show, I have my reasons.<br />I hate to say that I told you so,<br />But I told you so.<br />Yeah!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >There's blood on my hands,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Like the blood in you.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Some things can't be treated,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />So, don't make me, don't make me</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Be myself around you.</span><br /><br />Straight from you eyes<br />It's barely me, beautifully so disfigured.<br />This other side that you can't see,<br />Just praying you won't remember.<br />Feel the pain that I never show,<br />And I hope you know, it's never healing.<br />I hate to say that I told you so,<br />But I told you so.<br /><br />Yeah!<br /><br />There's blood on my hands,<br />Like the blood in you.<br />Some things can't be treated,<br />So, don't make me, don't make me,<br />Be myself around you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Straight from your eyes,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />It's barely me; beautifully so disfigured.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />This other side that you can't see,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Just praying you won't remember.</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br />There's blood.<br />There's blood.<br />There's blood, blood, blood!<br /><br />There's blood on my hands,<br />Like the blood in you.<br />Some things can't be treated,<br />So, don't make me, don't make me<br />Be myself around you.<br /><br />(There's blood) There's blood on my hands,<br />(There's blood) Like the blood in you.<br />(There's blood) Some things can't be treated,<br />(There's blood) So, don't make me, don't make me<br />Be myself around you.<br /><br />There's blood.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(</span><i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">[Whispering:]</i><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Is it really that hard for you to believe?) </span></span></div>zaeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11005409657160902234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853950982207687272.post-17115087467257416712009-07-01T03:11:00.006+07:002009-07-01T03:28:11.737+07:00I AM GHOST - Remember This Face, Baby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2yFLqarpkfZrl8cI9dv_vq2KeT4mQfWGnlF11FaE82bq3umz2keFyHXX4519FVBs5WYN0ujRLps4SQqw-aGx6-yuwm1NZ7_hHvyxBpYZIb8bm7Cp8-lHGyTN6UVDf1BCtoL9byNJFAhT/s1600-h/remember.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2yFLqarpkfZrl8cI9dv_vq2KeT4mQfWGnlF11FaE82bq3umz2keFyHXX4519FVBs5WYN0ujRLps4SQqw-aGx6-yuwm1NZ7_hHvyxBpYZIb8bm7Cp8-lHGyTN6UVDf1BCtoL9byNJFAhT/s320/remember.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353218507573146994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I haven't felt this way in a long time</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And it scares me</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> What are these voices that tell me that I'm ugly and fake?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And I think they might be right</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I'm nothing</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And I have no heart</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> It's quite possibly, I have no soul</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Drugs can't help me anymore</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And I think I'm dying</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> We're both dying</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Really,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> But sooner than others, I think,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> My time is now,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And I burned the bodies to the ground,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I saw faces turned to ash,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And I remember these faces, baby,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Because it's the last thing you'll ever see,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Too bad it's not as good looking as you like</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I'm already dead</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And I think I'll take you,</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I'll take you with me...</span></div>zaeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11005409657160902234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853950982207687272.post-38564425291392095692009-05-12T01:04:00.007+07:002009-05-12T01:21:34.286+07:00The Used - Earthquake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6oxGhpJDUaKQlwjBOtwSfSq6FkWl6cvj5FQ4WfsH0tHopSDd-GOskIjit12JP5a2m9Vs6PwCqC_3sA7upbgCnP09FDhEb6lzxcslCjXHAesB1_ffJnq5VAJGzvBUG2mj3-1vnOhCQrM_/s1600-h/usedthe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6oxGhpJDUaKQlwjBOtwSfSq6FkWl6cvj5FQ4WfsH0tHopSDd-GOskIjit12JP5a2m9Vs6PwCqC_3sA7upbgCnP09FDhEb6lzxcslCjXHAesB1_ffJnq5VAJGzvBUG2mj3-1vnOhCQrM_/s320/usedthe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334633042101880130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span>She had an earthquake on her mind<br />I almost heard her cry out as I left her far behind<br />and knew the world was crashing down around her<br /><br />I sink now to the ocean floor<br />Because I know that we are more<br />But I've made this mess, I built this fire<br />Are you still mine?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cause baby, I'm not alright when you go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm not fine, please be all mine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I never want you to go because I am all yours</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> So please be all mine</span><br /><br />She had an earthquake on her mind<br />Apparently the kind that would bury us alive<br />By putting all this weight on us forever<br />I lie here on the ocean floor,<br />broken castle by the shore<br />And I made this mess, I built this fire<br />Are you still mine?<br /><br />Cause baby, I'm not alright when you go<br />I'm not fine, please be all mine<br />I never want you to go because I am all yours<br />So please be all mine<br /><br />Let me save us<br />I've slaughtered us, I've murdered our love<br />I can taste it,<br />This blood in my mouth, this knife in my lungs<br />Have I murdered our love?<br />Have I murdered our love?<br /><br />Cause baby, I'm not alright when you go<br />I'm not fine, yeah please be all mine<br />I never want you to go because I am all yours<br />So please be all mine<br /><br />Cause baby, I'm not alright when you<br />Baby I'm not alright when you go<br />Please be all mine<br />I never want you to go because I am all yours<br />So please be all mine<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Please be all mine, mine...</span>zaeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11005409657160902234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5853950982207687272.post-50837165090097026692009-04-21T21:43:00.000+07:002009-04-21T22:31:05.111+07:00Smokey Robinson - The Track Of My Tears<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheapedx4FUPtN9hd8u1VEM6FZ41r7UkUPG0h6ZQO5_oVMHFBiwrxB2RXZ6E63gG2saLHICOTmXLsF56cw8FuPFhKv_B8ooTnfYkKgdEUU8LXNndwSXJilTudnvs5P4tE2Hx4328Kq8R6u/s1600-h/arkhee-tears.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjheapedx4FUPtN9hd8u1VEM6FZ41r7UkUPG0h6ZQO5_oVMHFBiwrxB2RXZ6E63gG2saLHICOTmXLsF56cw8FuPFhKv_B8ooTnfYkKgdEUU8LXNndwSXJilTudnvs5P4tE2Hx4328Kq8R6u/s200/arkhee-tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327167582713066530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />People say I'm the life of the party<br /><div style="text-align: left;">'Cause I tell a joke or two<br />Although I might be laughing loud and hearty<br />Deep inside I'm blue<br /><br />So take a good look at my face<br />You know my smile looks out of place<br />If you look closer it's easy to trace<br />The tracks of my tears<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>I need you...<br />Need you<br /><br />Since you left me if you see me with another girl<br />Looking like I'm having fun<br />Although she may be cute, she's just a substitute<br />'Cause you're the permanent one<br /><br />So take a good look at my face<br />You know my smile looks out of place<br />If you look closer it's easy to trace<br />The tracks of my tears<br /><br />Outside I'm masquerading<br />Inside my hope is fading<br />I'm just a clown since you put me down<br />My smile is my make up<br />I wear since my break-up with you<br /><br />Baby, take a good look at my face<br />You know my smile looks out of place<br />If you look closer it's easy to trace<br />The tracks of my tears</div>zaeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11005409657160902234noreply@blogger.com0