Воскресенье, 30 Октября 2005 г.
15:54 Пусто...
...но что-то тут не так.
Наверное мне опять придётся менять дизайн дневника.
Ибо меня, Зелёной Рыси, уже нет...
Внутри... грустно
Наверное мне опять придётся менять дизайн дневника.
Ибо меня, Зелёной Рыси, уже нет...
Внутри... грустно
Пятница, 21 Октября 2005 г.
22:43 Avril Lavigne - "Nobody's home"
I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
You've been rejected,
and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
Греет душу... это и играет
Внутри... не знаю
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
You've been rejected,
and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
Греет душу... это и играет
Внутри... не знаю
00:25
Хочется что-то написать, да слишком много. Странно.
Да.
Да.
Суббота, 15 Октября 2005 г.
23:50 ...
Закрыть все двери на замки,
Чтоб никто не смог войти,
Не отвечая на звонки,
Сяду тут я, взаперти...
Свет я выключу совсем,
Чтоб не резал мне глаза,
Так бегу я от проблем,
Как по щеке бежит слеза...
Я представлю то, что было,
И что может ещё быть,
И пойму, как всё же мило
Мне с мечтой на свете жить!
Внутри... странно, но хорошее
Чтоб никто не смог войти,
Не отвечая на звонки,
Сяду тут я, взаперти...
Свет я выключу совсем,
Чтоб не резал мне глаза,
Так бегу я от проблем,
Как по щеке бежит слеза...
Я представлю то, что было,
И что может ещё быть,
И пойму, как всё же мило
Мне с мечтой на свете жить!
Внутри... странно, но хорошее
23:35 Alanis Morissette - "Ironic"
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your chardonnay
it's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic? don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day,
it's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take,
who would've thought, it figures.
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly,
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life
to take that flight and as the plane crashed down
he thought "Well, isn't this nice."
And isn't this ironic? don't you think…?
…Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's ok
and everythings going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think evertyhing's gone wrong
and everthing blows up in your face
A traffic jam when you're already late a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife it's meeting the man of my dreams
and then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic? don't you think?
A little too ironic and yeah I really do think...
…Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you and life has a funny way of helping you out…
Греет душу... это и играет
Внутри... меняющееся
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your chardonnay
it's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic? don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day,
it's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take,
who would've thought, it figures.
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly,
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life
to take that flight and as the plane crashed down
he thought "Well, isn't this nice."
And isn't this ironic? don't you think…?
…Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's ok
and everythings going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think evertyhing's gone wrong
and everthing blows up in your face
A traffic jam when you're already late a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife it's meeting the man of my dreams
and then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic? don't you think?
A little too ironic and yeah I really do think...
…Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you and life has a funny way of helping you out…
Греет душу... это и играет
Внутри... меняющееся
Пятница, 14 Октября 2005 г.
14:10 Вот нашла в случайном дневнике...
-Скажешь мне да?
- Да.
- Скажешь мне "Нет"?
- Нет.
- Что там в окне?
- Звезда.
- Что нам с того?
- Свет.
- Вот на стене...
- Тень.
- А в колыбели?
- Дочь.
- Завтра придет...
- День.
- Ну а пока?
- Ночь.
- Ночью темно.
- Боюсь!
- А рядом со мной?
- Покой!
- Я постарею.
- Пусть.
- Может, и ты.
- С тобой.
- Ты для меня?..
- Звезда.
- Я для тебя?..
- Свет.
- Вместе навек?
- Да
- Ты меня любишь?
- ...
- Да.
- Скажешь мне "Нет"?
- Нет.
- Что там в окне?
- Звезда.
- Что нам с того?
- Свет.
- Вот на стене...
- Тень.
- А в колыбели?
- Дочь.
- Завтра придет...
- День.
- Ну а пока?
- Ночь.
- Ночью темно.
- Боюсь!
- А рядом со мной?
- Покой!
- Я постарею.
- Пусть.
- Может, и ты.
- С тобой.
- Ты для меня?..
- Звезда.
- Я для тебя?..
- Свет.
- Вместе навек?
- Да
- Ты меня любишь?
- ...
Четверг, 13 Октября 2005 г.
21:13 УРА!
Этот журнал снова открыт! Теперь я снова могу сюда вешать стихи и песни, а так же жаловаться на жизнь в закрытых записях!
Жизнь прекрасна.
И многое в ней изменилось...но это уже потом
Жизнь всегда стремится в будущее...
Внутри... доброе 
Жизнь прекрасна.
И многое в ней изменилось...но это уже потом
Жизнь всегда стремится в будущее...
Внутри... доброе
Поскольку ни на каком блоге...
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