james morrison - broken strings
Posted on | Saturday, August 21, 2010 | No Comments
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can't feel anything
When I love you and so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else
Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late
Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late, too late
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
Category:
Music Monday
a letter to the master of the universe
Posted on | Thursday, August 19, 2010 | No Comments
Dear Master of the Universe,
Thank you.
Luv, Ika
Category:
ramblings
simone cammile
Posted on | Wednesday, August 18, 2010 | No Comments
for my love of vintage
this simone camille handmade bohemian bag is my must-have dream
anyone care to buy me one? ;)
Category:
fashion passion
my brother the photographer
his name is luqman
he's got some awesome talent on photography
you see, the problem is..
he doesn't have a media to post his works
and he's too lazy to sign up for flickr or deviantart
so he only keeps his pictures to himself
but i think people should see how talented my brother is
so i've decided to post some of his works in my blog
out of all the photographs my brother took
these are some of my favourites
he uses a nikon D90 btw :)
he uses a nikon D90 btw :)
see what im talkin about
he's good
i know..
it runs in the blood ;)
he's good
i know..
it runs in the blood ;)
Category:
family
changes
Posted on | Tuesday, August 17, 2010 | No Comments
i’m afraid of changes..
i’m afraid of losing the people i know for years..
i’m afraid the people i know become the people i knew
Category:
ramblings
i miss you guys
Posted on | Monday, April 5, 2010 | No Comments
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
And we would get so excitedand we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
From whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever
So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
graduation, vitamin c
Category:
songs of pretty words
.study.stress.
sumpah gw stress
hampir gila
ujian
deadline kti
tugas-tugas
semua numpuk
tp kenapa ya gw males bgt ngerjain
hmmmmmmmmm...
Category:
life.love.lollipops
adelaide sky, i cant close my eyes...
Posted on | Sunday, April 4, 2010 | No Comments
I need to know what's on your mind
These coffee cups are getting cold
Mind the people passing by
They don't know I'll be leaving soon
I'll fly away tomorrow
To far away
I'll admit a cliché
Things won't be the same without you
I'll be looking at my window seeing Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember
I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember me
I'll let you know what's on my mind
I wish they've made you portable
Then I'll carry you around and round
I bet you'll look good on me
I'll fly away tomorrow
It's been fun
I'll repeat the cliché
Things won't be the same without you
I'll be looking at my window seeing Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember
I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember me
I've been meaning to call you soon
But we're in different times
You might not be home now
Would you take a message
I'll try to stay awake
And fight your presence in my head
I'll be looking at my window seeing Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember
I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember me
Category:
songs of pretty words
darling, be human
Vulture, you're cold, the shark of a maple
Searching for prey by the beat of our hearts
Forgetting your love is the mark of the angel
You'll follow the trail of blood,
To our shaking bones hidden in the attic
We lose to your guns
But you still have my love, you still have my love
You still have my love, one thing I'll ask is enough
Just don't say a word, but darling be human
Darling be human
I'm a candle in the dark, riding hopefully to family
I've been wonderin' where you are and it you'll get this, I don't know
Sneakin' through the park past the soldier in the canopy
Gotta move, gotta get out
But you still have my love, you still have my love
You still have my love, one thing I'll ask is enough
Just don't say a word, but darling be human
Darling be human
Does she know what she means to me
A soft shadow of the apple in my tree
I watch for eyes, the owl's on my shouler
He'll be there for life, he can watch over me
True love exists, it is out there, I am sure of it
You'll find your peace
But you still have my love, you still have my love
You still have my love, one thing I'll ask is enough
Just don't say a word, but darling be human
Darling be human
brighten, be human
Category:
songs of pretty words
a propos de moi
- maulida ika
- I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. - Marilyn Monroe
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play me, pretty please..
