My brother's not a werewolf
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if Ты saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If Ты should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if Ты saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If Ты should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An час to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
или the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that год by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
медведь through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An час to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
или the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that год by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
медведь through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
"Grains of sand slip through your hands..."
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would Ты do?
Would Ты cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
или go into silence until the very end...
Would Ты Любовь the ones Ты hate the most или be the person Ты hide?
Would Ты pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would Ты try and keep the sun from setting as your last день ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else Ты say as Ты close your eyes.
"Test the sea rising at your feet, how far can you go..."
"Let the rain falling on your face, run into your eyes. Can you see the rainbow now, through the stormy skies?"
When Ты stare into my eyes
What do Ты see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and Показать the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with Друзья and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do Ты see that in my eyes?
Do Ты see me?
It's amazing what Ты can hide
Just by putting on a smile.
What do Ты see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and Показать the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with Друзья and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do Ты see that in my eyes?
Do Ты see me?
It's amazing what Ты can hide
Just by putting on a smile.
All My Fault
By Cody Herman
огонь courses through my body
Rage I never knew existed
I stumble around dizzily
I know I shouldn't have insisted
We were laughing together
The день started out great
We could have lasted forever
или maybe it was just fate
Deep inside my heart
I know that I was wrong
We shouldn't have part
Just when we got along
So where does the blame go?
Is it to me или to you?
How could I have stooped so low?
When was it I withdrew?
The blame is on me
The troubles are mine
To the air I plea
I knew it wasn't time
It could have worked out
We would have been fine
It would have been without
All because of the Любовь line
By Cody Herman
огонь courses through my body
Rage I never knew existed
I stumble around dizzily
I know I shouldn't have insisted
We were laughing together
The день started out great
We could have lasted forever
или maybe it was just fate
Deep inside my heart
I know that I was wrong
We shouldn't have part
Just when we got along
So where does the blame go?
Is it to me или to you?
How could I have stooped so low?
When was it I withdrew?
The blame is on me
The troubles are mine
To the air I plea
I knew it wasn't time
It could have worked out
We would have been fine
It would have been without
All because of the Любовь line
As Ты go turn out your light
The shadows come out into your eyesight
Lurking around in each corner waiting to be found
Waiting quietly trying not to make a sound
They appear in every form
The scariest ones are in a lightning storm
Some look like witches some look like goblins
They scare Ты by coming into your dreams
As light tries hard to come into the seams
To help Ты out with no prevail
Their tries are effortless like a ship without a sail
As the shadows lurk in and the light tiptoes out
Ты twist and turn making want to shout
So if you're weak and not strong at all
And these unreal ghouls make your skin crawl
Try getting a night light
The shadows come out into your eyesight
Lurking around in each corner waiting to be found
Waiting quietly trying not to make a sound
They appear in every form
The scariest ones are in a lightning storm
Some look like witches some look like goblins
They scare Ты by coming into your dreams
As light tries hard to come into the seams
To help Ты out with no prevail
Their tries are effortless like a ship without a sail
As the shadows lurk in and the light tiptoes out
Ты twist and turn making want to shout
So if you're weak and not strong at all
And these unreal ghouls make your skin crawl
Try getting a night light
This valentine ill try something new,
a very SPECIAL recipe invented just for you,
a touch of pain in a little glass flask,
with a little bit of hatred if Ты might ask,
shake the mixture with a bit of your крокодил tears,
and dont forget your fake smiles tht fooled me for years,
CHOP my letters and burn my picture,
now heat this at about 30 degree celceius
now add the grief the день u left me in tears,
then heat in that lonely горький mixture with how i barely slept tht day,
now let's get to the topping that's my Избранное part,
ADD what's left from my stabbed,crushed heart....
a very SPECIAL recipe invented just for you,
a touch of pain in a little glass flask,
with a little bit of hatred if Ты might ask,
shake the mixture with a bit of your крокодил tears,
and dont forget your fake smiles tht fooled me for years,
CHOP my letters and burn my picture,
now heat this at about 30 degree celceius
now add the grief the день u left me in tears,
then heat in that lonely горький mixture with how i barely slept tht day,
now let's get to the topping that's my Избранное part,
ADD what's left from my stabbed,crushed heart....
this mirror is a painting
colored with memories
of your dying life.
In death and pain,
Ты see it clear,
tho these memories
are suppressed by
the blaze of unseen days.
Days that crave for smile,
but buried by the darkness
of your own.
Your dying life is still here,
impersonal and black,
this clock shows no time
for you, for your time has
stopped a long ago.
In memories of old,
Ты feed our dilapidated soul
with the same smell that
smothers your thoughts,
as your figure is terrified
to see your dying will.
The mirror has been covered
with cobweb for years,
for your eyes are never going
to be able to see
this dying life within.
