The Life

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Life is about courage, bravery, and strong. In one body two person living inside of it, and the two identities of that person which either makes the way who we really are, and either one we gotta choose. By choosing each determines our destinations. Pain, Strive, Loss, Sorrow is not what it seems sometimes, but for the purpose which worth living in it. And I have been wrong, I have been so wrong. Two person in one body, either one has to die. Only the death of one person will determine the glory of the man living inside in one body. Many things about me never had a choice of a living but by through death, hell and fire, i'm coming back home, i'm comin home.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Behind Blue Eyes


No one knows what is like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes
No one knows what is like to be hated, to faded, to telling only lies
But my dream beyond is empty, as my conscious seems to be
I have hours only lonely, my love is vengeance, that’s never fade.

No one knows what is like to feel these feelings, like I do, and I blame you
No one bites back his heart on their anger, none of my pain will can show through
But my dream beyond is empty, as my conscious seems to be
I have hours only lonely, my love is vengeance, that’s never fail.

No one knows what is like to be mistreated, to be defeated, behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say that they’re sorry, and don’t worry, I’m not telling lies
But my dream beyond is empty, as my conscious seems to be
I have hours only lonely, my love is vengeance, that’s never fade