Montag, 30. April 2012

BACK TO NATURE










Es mag sein, dass ich nicht besser bin als andere Menschen. Aber immerhin bin ich anders. 

Samstag, 18. Februar 2012

Be as you wish to seem.



I know I can't take one more step towards you 
Cause all that's waiting is regret 
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore 
You lost the love 
I loved the most 

And I learned to live, half alive 
And now you want me one more time 

And who do you think you are? 
Runnin' round leaving scars 
Collecting your jar of hearts 
And tearing love apart 
You're gonna catch a cold 
From the ice inside your soul 
So don't come back for me 
Who do you think you are? 

I hear you're asking all around 
If I am anywhere to be found 
But I have grown too strong 
To ever fall back in your arms 

And I learned to live, half-alive 
And now you want me one more time 

Who do you think you are? 
Runnin round leaving scars 
Collecting your jar of hearts 
And tearing love apart 
You're gonna catch a cold 
From the ice inside your soul 
So don't come back for me 
Who do you think you are? 

Dear, it took so long just to feel alright 
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes 
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed 
Cause you broke all your promises 

And now you're back 
You don't get to get me back 

Who do you think you are? 
Runnin' round leaving scars 
Collecting your jar of hearts 
And tearing love apart 
You're gonna catch a cold 
From the ice inside your soul 
So don't come back for me 
Don't come back at all 

And who do you think you are? 
Runnin round leaving scars 
Collecting your jar of hearts 
And tearing love apart 
You're gonna catch a cold 
From the ice inside your soul 
Don't come back for me 
Don't come back at all 

Who do you think you are? 

Who do you think you are? 

Who do you think you are?






Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story...


 Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.


 Home is where the heart is.

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Art is making something out of nothing and selling it.


Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.

...just an imaginary world, darling


A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.