Saturday, March 27, 2010

My Generation!


I breathed in the wind that blew on the field from a small window and sighed

I became sick of expecting good things
and I became all lonely
but that doesn’t mean I gave up

When the school bell finishes ringing
Reality should move on faster

The feeling was a bit different than breaking a glass window.
We were free from the start

*chorus
It’s just that I can’t express my dream with words
The time I hurt others not mattering who, and cried the whole night….
I don’t expect poeple to undersand
I was controlled by the weakness of not being able to beliave in my own dreams.
Sixteen My dream

I don’t want to lose to the me when I was 16,
with my uniform thrown away.

Even when I knew people were pointing at me, I never turned around
I believed I could still keep going on.

The reason I couldn’t sacrifice was because if I lost my hope, I’ll go back to being lost in my path.

I don’t want to be bothered
I know that if I am ready and aware
I’ll always be free

***
My dream will never break apart
I started walking despite the unpatience for the next season
and took back the time that I was downcast

The generation that changed since I was able to strongly believe in my dreams.
Sixteen My dream

Rested against the cracked wall of the school
I swore I’ll show that I can make my dream come true

***
It was just that I couldn’t express my dreams with words
and I was controlled by the weakness of not being able to believe in them
Sixteen My dream

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Saturday, March 27, 2010

My Generation!


I breathed in the wind that blew on the field from a small window and sighed

I became sick of expecting good things
and I became all lonely
but that doesn’t mean I gave up

When the school bell finishes ringing
Reality should move on faster

The feeling was a bit different than breaking a glass window.
We were free from the start

*chorus
It’s just that I can’t express my dream with words
The time I hurt others not mattering who, and cried the whole night….
I don’t expect poeple to undersand
I was controlled by the weakness of not being able to beliave in my own dreams.
Sixteen My dream

I don’t want to lose to the me when I was 16,
with my uniform thrown away.

Even when I knew people were pointing at me, I never turned around
I believed I could still keep going on.

The reason I couldn’t sacrifice was because if I lost my hope, I’ll go back to being lost in my path.

I don’t want to be bothered
I know that if I am ready and aware
I’ll always be free

***
My dream will never break apart
I started walking despite the unpatience for the next season
and took back the time that I was downcast

The generation that changed since I was able to strongly believe in my dreams.
Sixteen My dream

Rested against the cracked wall of the school
I swore I’ll show that I can make my dream come true

***
It was just that I couldn’t express my dreams with words
and I was controlled by the weakness of not being able to believe in them
Sixteen My dream

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