MaybeOneDay
08/07/03, 10:42 AM
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If my lifelong dream could be fullfilled
I would be graced with an exact replica
Only a much more stable version
Of my current existing self
The one who would cope with the deepest emotions
Which I find myself fighting the war with
Growing stronger each time the second hand
On the clock that times my life, ticks once more
First on deck is the feeling of loss
Which I hoped until the arrival point of that week
I wouldn't ever become the champion of
And recieve this as my victory trophy
Brick by brick as the wall of loss is built
It begins to block out every ray of sunlight from my day
With nothing but a photograph left
To show me still, motionless frames
Of the best days I'd ever had in this so called journey
So life is like a story
And life is like a cyclone
It will send you round and back again
Until you find yourself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing only yourself, such a wreckless sound
If my single-handed wish could ever be granted
I would rise up from the deepest layer
Of the half filled empty bottle
Only to be sent soaring into the world
In which I can only dream of
An escape for someone who's feeling like I
Where everything is in harmony, like a personal paradise
Where noone would have to with with the most loved and hated feeling
None other than the first part, tenth word of my previous heartfelt sentence
Even is score on both sides of the table
I find myself feeling lucky enough to even live it
For a span of time which seemed shorter than the first second
A note rang from mouth
Nothing can describe the difficulty
In having to live unmapped miles away from
The one who gave you this precious strength to begin with
I feel like im drowning
Wish I could stand up
So I could be sent round and back again
Until I fing myself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing nothing but myself, such a wreckless sound
And you know, I'd throw away this all
To hear one more note of your voice
Even to catch a final glimpse
Of my real second home
Which I only live a week, each and every year
You must know, I'd take the fall
In hope of endless falling and never hit the bottom
Where I would start back at day one
Learn from my past mistakes, never to believe
Nothing's ever real that seems too good to be true
I feel like I'm drowning
Wish I could stand up
So I could be sent round and back again
Until I find myself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing only myself, such a wreckless sound
But now I know that
Life is like a story
Life is like a cyclone
You just get sent round and back again
Until you find yourself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing nothing but yourself, such a wreckless, heartfelt sound
If my lifelong dream could be fullfilled
I would be graced with an exact replica
Only a much more stable version
Of my current existing self
The one who would cope with the deepest emotions
Which I find myself fighting the war with
Growing stronger each time the second hand
On the clock that times my life, ticks once more
First on deck is the feeling of loss
Which I hoped until the arrival point of that week
I wouldn't ever become the champion of
And recieve this as my victory trophy
Brick by brick as the wall of loss is built
It begins to block out every ray of sunlight from my day
With nothing but a photograph left
To show me still, motionless frames
Of the best days I'd ever had in this so called journey
So life is like a story
And life is like a cyclone
It will send you round and back again
Until you find yourself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing only yourself, such a wreckless sound
If my single-handed wish could ever be granted
I would rise up from the deepest layer
Of the half filled empty bottle
Only to be sent soaring into the world
In which I can only dream of
An escape for someone who's feeling like I
Where everything is in harmony, like a personal paradise
Where noone would have to with with the most loved and hated feeling
None other than the first part, tenth word of my previous heartfelt sentence
Even is score on both sides of the table
I find myself feeling lucky enough to even live it
For a span of time which seemed shorter than the first second
A note rang from mouth
Nothing can describe the difficulty
In having to live unmapped miles away from
The one who gave you this precious strength to begin with
I feel like im drowning
Wish I could stand up
So I could be sent round and back again
Until I fing myself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing nothing but myself, such a wreckless sound
And you know, I'd throw away this all
To hear one more note of your voice
Even to catch a final glimpse
Of my real second home
Which I only live a week, each and every year
You must know, I'd take the fall
In hope of endless falling and never hit the bottom
Where I would start back at day one
Learn from my past mistakes, never to believe
Nothing's ever real that seems too good to be true
I feel like I'm drowning
Wish I could stand up
So I could be sent round and back again
Until I find myself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing only myself, such a wreckless sound
But now I know that
Life is like a story
Life is like a cyclone
You just get sent round and back again
Until you find yourself breathing
Face first on the ground
Hearing nothing but yourself, such a wreckless, heartfelt sound