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I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream
To follow what it means
And I wish on all the rainbows
that I see
I wish on all the people who
really dream
And I'm wishing on tomorrow, prayin
it'll come
And I'm wishing on all the lovin' we've
ever done
I never thought I'd see
A time when you would be
So far away from home
So far away from me
Just think of all the moments that we'd spent
I just can't let you go, for me
you were meant
And I didn't mean to hurt you,
but I know
That in the game of love you reap
what you sow...
I feel it's time we should make up baby
I feel it's time for us to get back together
And make the best of things, remember
When we're together...
whether or never..

Beyond My Control

Why do we always feel compelled to chase the ones who run away?...

Its not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you.

Nonetheless, I've found that the shame of it is like the pain..I've only felt it once.

No Longer....

I'm sorry to say this but those who are most worthy of love are never made happy by it. I realized that with you. Men enjoy the happiness they feel. You can only enjoy the happiness you give. We are not capable of devoting themselves exclusively to one person. So to hope to be made happy by love is a certain cause of grief.

Mein Kampf

When I came out into society I was 15. I already knew that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork into the back of my hand. I became a VIRTUOSO OF DECEIT. It wasn't pleasure I was afer, it was KNOWLEDGE. I read from the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with, and in the end, I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle: WIN OR DIE...

What It Was Like..Que sera, sera

I don't even know how long she's been gone. It's like I've woken up in bed and she's not here... because she's gone to the bathroom or something. But somehow, I know she's never gonna come back to bed. If I could just... reach over and touch... her side of the bed, I would know that it was cold, but I can't. I know I can't have her back... but I don't want to wake up in the morning, thinking she's still here. I lie here not knowing... how long I've been alone. So how... how can I heal? How am I supposed to heal if I can't... feel time?

Tell me..
But that's what it felt like..
Que sera, sera