Ars Longa Vita Brevis

This is a page intended to exhibit some of my thoughts, my drawings and my view of life. It is not a selected work, it is a process, so you will mature with me along the way.

Αυτή η σελίδα προορίζεται να παρουσιάσει μερικές από τις σκέψεις μου, κάποια από τα σχέδιά μου και την οπτική γωνία που βλέπω τη ζωή. Δεν είναι επιλεγμένη δουλειά μου, είναι μια προοδευτική διαδικασία, έτσι που και εσείς θα ωριμάζετε μαζί μου στην πορεία
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Broken



Broken (feat. Amy Lee) lyrics

I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain.

'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore.

The worst is over now, and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, and steal my pain away
There is so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high, and steal your pain.

'Coz Im broken, when I'm open
And I feel like that I'm strong enough
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

'Coz I'm broken, when I'm open
And I don't feel like that I'm strong enough
'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

'Coz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone.

You gotta win, you don't feel me anymore.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Hristos said...

Time, i hope he is kind with us, as we are kind with him, making the best of every second we are granted, every minute that we breathe.