I wrote it once when i was down in the dumps =) Schreiben helps....so if you're sad, Write....it's an easy way to let it all out =D
so, Here goes:
Facades. That’s something everyone has. Some may appear to be tough and cool, others will be cute and delicate but in reality, they’re all same. Pretending to be someone else, someone they’re not but someone they want to be. They’ll pretend to be living, but inside, they’re dead, full of shattered feelings.
Even the smallest acts in this life forces our facades upon us. Someone higher up will insult us and we’ll appear to be sorry and say the best reply when inside all we want to do is cry out and schlagen, punsch that person, oder even a wall, just to vent out…but we’ll have to clench our fists, count to ten and bow down.
In the end, this world is a Masquerade ball. We all wear our masks and don’t let anyone see who we are. Unless someone tries to take off that mask, we’re all stuck pretending. And this world becomes a pretend game. A game in which we’re all happy, living and mannered.
And there’s only one time left to be ourselves. These are the breaks in this pretend game. When Du know that the camera isn't rolling and no one’s watching to criticize you, your mask, your façade will melt away and those tears will come which you've hidden away in the depths of your heart. You’ll howl, beg to escape from it all but you’ll be helpless……and alone. The camera isn't rolling and no one’s there so nobody will hear.
Then somebody will knock. The break is over and the Zeigen is on. Du wipe your tears away and take a deep breath. “I’m fine,” that robot that you've become, will say. And you’ll smile; the walls around Du will rise once more. The cameras will roll and everybody will watch. You’ll slip on your mask because Du have to be someone they want to be with, not someone who Du already are. There is no time to be yourself in this Masquerade ball.
So in the end, the mask will remain and your facades will prevail. In the end, Du can’t escape.
so, Here goes:
Facades. That’s something everyone has. Some may appear to be tough and cool, others will be cute and delicate but in reality, they’re all same. Pretending to be someone else, someone they’re not but someone they want to be. They’ll pretend to be living, but inside, they’re dead, full of shattered feelings.
Even the smallest acts in this life forces our facades upon us. Someone higher up will insult us and we’ll appear to be sorry and say the best reply when inside all we want to do is cry out and schlagen, punsch that person, oder even a wall, just to vent out…but we’ll have to clench our fists, count to ten and bow down.
In the end, this world is a Masquerade ball. We all wear our masks and don’t let anyone see who we are. Unless someone tries to take off that mask, we’re all stuck pretending. And this world becomes a pretend game. A game in which we’re all happy, living and mannered.
And there’s only one time left to be ourselves. These are the breaks in this pretend game. When Du know that the camera isn't rolling and no one’s watching to criticize you, your mask, your façade will melt away and those tears will come which you've hidden away in the depths of your heart. You’ll howl, beg to escape from it all but you’ll be helpless……and alone. The camera isn't rolling and no one’s there so nobody will hear.
Then somebody will knock. The break is over and the Zeigen is on. Du wipe your tears away and take a deep breath. “I’m fine,” that robot that you've become, will say. And you’ll smile; the walls around Du will rise once more. The cameras will roll and everybody will watch. You’ll slip on your mask because Du have to be someone they want to be with, not someone who Du already are. There is no time to be yourself in this Masquerade ball.
So in the end, the mask will remain and your facades will prevail. In the end, Du can’t escape.
Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
Du made no attempt to stop me
In fact Du probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in Liebe with you.
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
Du made no attempt to stop me
In fact Du probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in Liebe with you.
A/N: Okay, so this was an idea that pestered me. Let me know if I should continue.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.