Do you know what's worth fighting for? No I don't
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away It took my breath away long time ago
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride? Yes therefore I degraded myself
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside? My heart was all ready broken
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
When you're at the end of the road I was there
And you lost all sense of control I have lost control completly
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul My mind lost its hope and so did my spirit
Your faith walks on broken glass Yes I don't think I have anything to believe in anymore
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last I always knew that
You're in ruins I was but I managed to build it again
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
Did you try to live on your own I am still trying
When you burned down the house and home? I had to in order to build new one
Did you stand too close to the fire Yes and it burned my soul in 99%
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone? Some people are like stones what can I do
When it's time to live and let die I am trying to live everyday since I was born
And you can't get another try That is fine I have accepted it
Something inside this heart has died Long time ago
You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
This poem I wrote myself 2 years ago because of a boy that I loved more than anyone else ever
Monday, 31 August 2009
This poem was written by my friend Yasmin and I think it perfectly underlines the subject of Ophelia

Ophelia
Drowning in the love of despair
A maiden so fair
The pain of desolation
And loss in her eyes
As she withers and dies
Lost mermaid
At low in the stream
In sun shell glean
The lonesome rejection
Of words once spoken
And a promise now broken
From the grasps of her men
Sheil drift
No longer a gift
Free from his oppression
Abused and now left
To swim to her death
In madness her voice was heard
Emancipation of words
Freedom in suffocation
Now you will see her
Our young free Ophelia...
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