Happy Birthday to Me
Sweet DreamsI've dreamt of pink skies,Sweet Dreams
Dotted by the candy clouds.
Paper birds flying,
Making little white cut-outs
In the sunset's silhouette.
I've dreamt of green fields,
The smell of the sweet grasses,
The tiny flowers,
Their little heads peering out
Watching the world in silence.
I've dreamt of the shade,
It's soothing kiss on my skin.
The tree leaves casting
Their cloths of speckled shadows
Down on the creatures below.
I've dreamt of us two,
Just sitting under those trees,
The flowers spying,
And the sun s
The Right WordsI search for the right words,The Right Words
But I can't find any to describe
This feeling that I feel inside
My heart, my mind, my soul.
What is it called when you feel
Trapped inside your own thoughts,
When you can feel your dreams
Slipping farther and farther away?
What is it called when you feel
Like you have no other options,
Like your whole life has been
Decided for you?
I search for the right words,
But I can't find any to describe
This feeling that I feel inside
My heart, my mind, my soul.
What is it called when
The InfernoGlass eyes stare intoThe Inferno
Dancing flames licking shadows.
Orange and black flirting,
Teasing heat kissing her skin,
Delicate flowers blooming.
Golden fireflies
Falling from hot ceiling beams,
Showering the floor
Like boiling hot raindrops
Against her porcelain skin.
Shimmering heat swirls
To embrace her tenderly,
The warmth in her bones,
Flowers blooming in her veins,
A red bouquet in her lungs.
Black glass eyes closing
To block out her burning world,
Going to a place
Where it only ever snows
An
You Say, I Say...You say it's my fault that this has happened,You Say, I Say...
Say that I'm the reason for all of this fighting.
It's all my fault we can't be friends anymore,
I'm just so goddamn nasty, you know?
I say it's your fault things have gotten like this,
Say that you're the reason for this headache.
It's your fault, even if you say it's all mine,
All you want is someone to blame it all on.
You say this could have been fixed so easily,
But I'm not willing to accept your apologies.
So you'll show me what I'll be missing,
I'll be the one who'll regret this all, I guess.
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Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.
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You can't plant corn and hope for asparagus.
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You can't plant corn and hope for asparagus.
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