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Shanna Marie (brokendreams_3) wrote,
@ 2003-05-24 13:07:00
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    Linkin Park
    I just feel like listen to Linkin Park all the time especially wth> you. just this one part.. It reminds me of different things.. I have been thinking alot on things.. and i decided to make a change in my life.. I always look back on things at the time i thought was fun.. but now i look back and think.. GOD IM SO FREAKIN STUPID.. i remember back in the day when i was shy and didnt talk that much. I used to think then man i wish i could do anything and not care.. i guess i just cant be okay wth> anything i do.. all i know is when i was shy and quite i never got hurt by other people (guys mostly) cuz i didnt mess wth> them they didnt talk to me.. God i miss those days.. things wth> guys a me NEVER (NUNCA) work out.. i thought this one.. finally this one will work. and i could have someone care for me and talk to me and i could talk to and just being wth> them makes me happy.. BUT NO.. NO.. I ALWAYS TURNS INTO CRAP.. people given me crap about it.. and the guys dashes the other direction.. WAY TO GO SHANNA.. AGAIN.. i mean god.. when are you going to get this relationship thing right.. shane was right..YOU HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS.. you cant even get one..

    ~~~No, I won’t let you control my fate
    While I’m holding the wait of the world on my conscience
    No, I won’t just sit here and wait
    While you wear your options
    You’re making a fool of me
    No, you didn’t dare try to say that you don’t care
    And solemnly swear not to follow me there
    No, it ain’t like me to beg on my knees
    Oh, please, oh, baby, please
    That’s not how I’m doing things
    No, I’m not upset
    No, I’m not angry
    I know love is love, love
    Sometimes it pains me
    With or without you
    I’ll always be with you
    You’ll never forget me
    I’m keeping you with me
    No, I won’t let you take me to the end of my rope
    While you burn and torture my soul
    No, I’m not your puppet
    And, no, no, no, I won’t let you go~~


    >>Shanna

    LINKIN PARK LYRICS

    "PPr:Kut"
    (feat. Cheapshot, Jubacca, Rasco, Planet Asia)

    Uh, yeah

    Why does it feel like night today?
    Something in here’s not right today
    Why am I so uptight today?
    Paranoia’s all I got left
    I don’t know what stressed me first
    Or how the pressure was fed
    But I know just what it feels like
    To have a voice in the back of my head
    It’s like a face that I hold inside
    A face that awakes when I close my eyes
    A face that watches everytime I lie
    A face that laughs everytime I fall
    And watches everything
    So, know that when it’s time to sink or swim
    That the face inside is hearing me
    Right underneath my skin

    It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back
    It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin

    Hey, yo
    Here we go again with the pain I feel isn’t real
    But in my mind, I find myself in places with names but not faces
    My memory races at speeds
    Hundred degrees
    My sould bleeds, devil must’ve planted the seed
    Now it feels like my back’s against the wall
    I’m taking the fall
    Whenever I call nobody’s responding at all
    But I don’t know who I can trust
    The screaming my name
    I need somebody to help me out of the frame
    All I’m trying to do is just master me
    All I want to do is smoke a blast-to-beat
    But something keeps talking to me
    Consciously, responsibly, keeps haunting me from dusk ’til dawn
    Everything has something for you
    That voice inside of your head got you projecting paranoia
    Cold sweat shining on your face
    Exposing your purpose
    And if I ripped off your skin I’d probably find another person
    There’s nothing worse than trying to bring yourself on back from the dead
    So I advise you: listen to that voice in the back of your head

    It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back
    It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin

    It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back
    It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin

    The face inside is right beneath your skin
    The face inside is right beneath your skin
    The face inside is right beneath your skin
    The face inside is right beneath your skin

    The sun goes down
    I feel the light betray me
    The sun goes down
    It’s like I’m paranoid
    I feel the light betray me
    The sun goes down
    Can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like the face inside is right beneath my skin

    It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back
    It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin

    It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back
    It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
    It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
    It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin


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