Waiting For The End - Linkin Park

This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
And though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em

We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it
Let it all disappear

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control...

Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go...

(Oh!) I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so...

(Oh!) I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I've said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting again!

All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got...

This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
(I'm holding on to what I haven't got)
But you listen to the tone
And the violet rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em

We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there
(Holding on to what I haven't got!)
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it
Let it all disappear.

love........... lost

Being in love is never easy, is it? Just a minute before you were happily minding your own business, perfectly contented to being by yourself; the next minute, you realize you're in love and suddenly everything else takes a backseat to the person you love.

When you're both arguing, it's not the cause of it that hurts the most, is the fact that you're actually arguing that hurts. A single word, careless or otherwise, from them would hurt more then fresh acid poured onto an open wound.

Of course being in love is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. You feel as if you're floating on air, and you wear a silly grin on your face each time you hear their voice, see their face, think of them and their mostly silly/amusing attics. They make you feel like the whole world revolves around you, 'cause really, you ARE their world.

Being in love is like an instant jolt of electricity running through your veins. It makes you restless and angsty and perhaps to a certain extent scared, because that person could make or break your heart. Not in the literal sense, but you get the idea.

Some say it's not worth the hurt, pursuing the one you want, and some say a shot at happiness is worth anything. I reckon it's a matter of both. Some attractions are not meant to be pursued, given that it is plain pointless. And some, well, some are meant to be given a chance to see what it would bloom into.

Love has been compared to pruning a rose bush. Do a good job and bragging rights are yours. Do a less then satisfactory job then... You get the idea.

I have no idea where I wanted to go with this when I started writing. So. yea. I'll jst leave it as is.

Ciao~