Broken Record , by Laurent. Subscribe to rss feed for Laurent.

Another day is closing in,
one more crushed dream is aproachin'.
I wonder why even begin with dreamin'
if you know that it won't give you a thing? 
You close your eyes, but you're afraid to fall asleep,
dreams don't cost much, they're cheap,
but they mean a lot when you're the black sheep
in them and you can't lay your head and sleep
without thinkin about it. 
In your dreams you are swimming across the river,
you see your reflection, it's like a mirror
you get scared again, confidence is on zero,
but this is a dream and you have your own hero,
who helps you to realize that you're winner 
and that you don't need to pull the trigger
to prove that you're a born killer.
That's what happens when dreams become bitter 
and you can't wait to wake up and kiss your sister
and thank God 
for seeing her one more time.
Now, I don't need any rhyme 
to know that what I'm saying is right  
the only path to your dream is the night
it's the longest yourney you can take. 
Then, just as you close your eyes
it hits you a thing called love.
It makes you ask yourself what will you become?
Will you ever love at all? 
Will you be loved or you'll be threated like a dog
who has no owner or no home.
It's just a same old... 


Broken record keeps on playing a sound
that cuts deep inside my heart 
and it makes it go wild, wild..
Spread your wings like a butterfly
make your heart desire for more, fore more..
And when you think that you hacve it all,
think one more time..One more time..
Broken record keeps on playing..keeps on playing..


And it gets you, that same old feeling 
that came when you watch as she was leavin',
but that time you weren't dreamin'
and now you're tryin' to forget
all that things you two had 
and it's sadly too late 
to make a difference, to change,
but one thing will stay the same,
you'll have your dream everyday..
You look up, it's there,
you look down, still holding on,
but this space it to narrow
for it to hold it's arrow up,now
meet a king, queen, take a bow
or you can be,
a new James Bond or able to see
thru faces, thru the walls,
break the faces, break the walls.. 
You can't live your life anymore
you feel like you're not good enough
or you feel like you're not you enough.. 
Posted: 2013-12-28 19:28:19 UTC

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