<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:27:17.462-07:00</updated><category term='Michael Jackson moonwalk'/><title type='text'>Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>Lyrics of a Princess</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-3842182622218018654</id><published>2010-02-02T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:07:28.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/S2f414saTZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uVCFGy9uqFE/s1600-h/Eyes+and+eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/S2f414saTZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uVCFGy9uqFE/s320/Eyes+and+eyebrows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433585080081206674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my head aches, I think I’m getting a brain tumour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I drink acid, I think I’m getting stomach cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I catch a cold, I believe it’s swaine flu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you be so blind and don’t see it too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I feel pollution filling up my lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But where would we be at, if we gave up cars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each time I’m hungry, I think of starvation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I’m cold, I think of freezing to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, God, where can I find my salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how cand I drive this paranoia away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I’m so scared of dying, but living gets me terrified,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The world is a scary place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I am scared to death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I’m slowly going mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Cause all I have in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Is paranoia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;All the way…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Paranoia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Get away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Just get away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I see a truck on the road, I see it crashing my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each time I cry, I imagine that my eyes could go blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When someone walks behind me, I’m afraid of attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I could get paralysed, if I get a pain in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put up with terror, but turned heaven into hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never said never, but never learnt my lesson well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it’s too hot, I know I might suffocate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my hair falls, I know I’m going bald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I know I’m starting to exaggerate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I’m tired, I know I’ve grown old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m so scared of dying, but living gets me terrified,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world is a scary place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am scared to death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m slowly going mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause all I have in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is paranoia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the way…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just get away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-3842182622218018654?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3842182622218018654/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=3842182622218018654' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3842182622218018654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3842182622218018654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2010/02/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/S2f414saTZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uVCFGy9uqFE/s72-c/Eyes+and+eyebrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-5969670301187279633</id><published>2009-11-10T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:38:50.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maestro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SvnraZUnH5I/AAAAAAAAANo/cX2scxu-Uzg/s1600-h/Denny+Duquette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SvnraZUnH5I/AAAAAAAAANo/cX2scxu-Uzg/s320/Denny+Duquette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402608066714083218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maestro, I take my hat off in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;But, Professore, I think I love you.&lt;br /&gt;You were the perfect teacher, taught me everything I know&lt;br /&gt;But now I don’t want to be your student any more.&lt;br /&gt;You said that I’ve learnt my lines well,&lt;br /&gt;You always helped me out to be a straight A&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned all cause you taught me everything you knew&lt;br /&gt;But while you were teaching, I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;Literature and mathematics, physics and chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Now, maestro, it’s time you showed me some biology. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never missed a class, I never skipped school,&lt;br /&gt;Because, professor, I was longing to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Maestro, I’m not a little girl any more,&lt;br /&gt;You give me only A-s, but I wanna show you I desirve them all.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this uniform, Maestro&lt;br /&gt;You’re guessing there is the rest of&lt;br /&gt;What you’re dying to see.&lt;br /&gt;Maestro, why are you just standing there&lt;br /&gt;And staring at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maestro, I bow my head in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;But, Professore, I think I love you.&lt;br /&gt;You were the best master, taught me to read and write poetry&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time you see the woman growing inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I used to do anything just to get your attention in class&lt;br /&gt;Please, teach me something you never taught anyone in the past&lt;br /&gt;Professor, I was always the first to raise my hand to answer to you&lt;br /&gt;If you show me the ABC-s of loving, I’ll show you all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;My uniform’s too short, this poney tail doesn’t fit me any more.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the classroom now, Maestro, so close the door.&lt;br /&gt;You can dare make a step, you know I’m twenty one&lt;br /&gt;You can give me marks, you can touch if you please&lt;br /&gt;I’m making the first move, now I’m kissing your lips. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-5969670301187279633?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5969670301187279633/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=5969670301187279633' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5969670301187279633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5969670301187279633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/maestro.html' title='Maestro'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SvnraZUnH5I/AAAAAAAAANo/cX2scxu-Uzg/s72-c/Denny+Duquette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-8428508818769001193</id><published>2009-10-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:19:31.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Playing God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/StDOpvIRyYI/AAAAAAAAANg/rqAL74Bxvh0/s1600-h/war+in+afghannistan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/StDOpvIRyYI/AAAAAAAAANg/rqAL74Bxvh0/s320/war+in+afghannistan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391035970383628674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did God give you the right to choose&lt;br /&gt;Who will win and who will lose,&lt;br /&gt;Who will live and who will die?&lt;br /&gt;You’re killing us with every lie.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide shut and ignoration&lt;br /&gt;No mercy and no compassion&lt;br /&gt;Why do you act as if you care?&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t see&lt;br /&gt;The poverty &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t mean it’s not there!&lt;br /&gt;I got a million questions&lt;br /&gt;But no one has the answers&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Why do you start a war if you hate it?&lt;br /&gt;This is the monster we’ve created&lt;br /&gt;How did we come to shoot guns at each other?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we killing animals to dress ourselves in leather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;What gives you the right&lt;br /&gt;To turn your head from those in pain,&lt;br /&gt;To pretend they are not there?&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing God with those weaker than you!&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see what you started to do?&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing God!&lt;br /&gt;You are ruining our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Just stop playing God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet is dying in front of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You ignore it and cover it in lies!&lt;br /&gt;We’re turning to dust hour by hour&lt;br /&gt;And yet say it’s not in our power&lt;br /&gt;To stop it and bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;But the world’s full of starvation&lt;br /&gt;What does it take you so long&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;Life will end&lt;br /&gt;Unless you put an end to the war!&lt;br /&gt;Starvation, cancer, AIDS and criminality,&lt;br /&gt;You think they exist only on TV.&lt;br /&gt;But they're eating us alive bit by bit,&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me how we have come to this?&lt;br /&gt;They’re ravaging territories, instead what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;You claim you hate it, but never make a move!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;What gives you the right&lt;br /&gt;To turn your head from those in pain,&lt;br /&gt;To pretend they are not there?&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing God with those weaker than you!&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see what you started to do?&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing God!&lt;br /&gt;You are ruining our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Just stop playing God! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-8428508818769001193?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8428508818769001193/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=8428508818769001193' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8428508818769001193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8428508818769001193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-playing-god.html' title='Stop Playing God!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/StDOpvIRyYI/AAAAAAAAANg/rqAL74Bxvh0/s72-c/war+in+afghannistan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-53535168137152338</id><published>2009-07-23T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:15:47.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson moonwalk'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Moonwalking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmjWlvyGCTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/neStA1Pa2BE/s1600-h/Michael+hat+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmjWlvyGCTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/neStA1Pa2BE/s320/Michael+hat+off.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361771300354656562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent a lifetime in the headlines with paparazzi calling me names,&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that my departure will be just the same.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re asking “who will dance on the floor in the round” from now on,&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know the answer, you’ll have to get it on your own!&lt;br /&gt;There mustn’t be “Blood on the dancefloor” now that I’m gone,&lt;br /&gt;You can still keep that hursh “Give In To Me” as a ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;And if you say I love you and don’t hear me say back “I love you more”&lt;br /&gt;It’s just because here, in Heaven, they don’t have microphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photo is now in black and white, my name is followed by two years,&lt;br /&gt;And you won’t bring me back if you wrap my photoshop pictures in tears.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time searching for me,&lt;br /&gt;I am not in some crypt of some Hollywood cemetery&lt;br /&gt;And I am not in that casket of gold that you saw on TV.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the secrets of gravity from Smooth Criminal, that will remain untold,&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m Bad, I’m Dangerous and the History shall never unfold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think I died, I am Invincible, they can’t just make me disappear like that!&lt;br /&gt;I am living forever in the Beat It-beat that you will never forget!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get on your knees by the side of my grave,&lt;br /&gt;I am not the one that you are supposed to save.&lt;br /&gt;Your mission now is to Heal the World with the love you bring&lt;br /&gt;And tell your childrens’ children that there was once a King.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you weep, don’t want to hear you cried&lt;br /&gt;Why do you mourn? I never died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to be&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a superstar and yet a normal man&lt;br /&gt;That is why in my mind I was playing the part of Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;Some expected me to be larger than life every day,&lt;br /&gt;While others said “who the hell is Michael Jackson anyway?”&lt;br /&gt;You say “rest in peace, Michael”, but are you joking?&lt;br /&gt;As years pass,&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still moonwalking.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-53535168137152338?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/53535168137152338/comments/default' title='Postare 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmjWlvyGCTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/neStA1Pa2BE/s72-c/Michael+hat+off.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-1284019401208783518</id><published>2009-06-17T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:16:58.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Meant To Say Is I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SjlJ6h7E4jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JGjSgIBk3AA/s1600-h/Versailles+(95).JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SjlJ6h7E4jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JGjSgIBk3AA/s320/Versailles+(95).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348387302366569010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first voice that I hear in the morning, when I open my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The lips that never forget to kiss me good night.&lt;br /&gt;You’re calling from time to time to make sure I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;And just tell me “I love you, that’s all I meant to say”.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, when you’re not home my soul is so hallow,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like without you there’s no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;To me you’re everything that other men are not,&lt;br /&gt;Please teach me to keep forever what I’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;He heals the broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;He dries the tears I cry.&lt;br /&gt;He is the man that I adore&lt;br /&gt;Without him I couldn’t breathe any more.&lt;br /&gt;This world would fall apart with if you were gone&lt;br /&gt;I may have million friends, but without you I’m alone.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words that could explain&lt;br /&gt;What I am feeling for this man&lt;br /&gt;So I guess there’s just one way&lt;br /&gt;I love you is all I meant to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring a smile upon my face every time I am sad&lt;br /&gt;And you are the calmest man in the world when I get mad.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t imagine how guilty I feel from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes I take for granted what’s mine.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel like I don’t desirve you&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t pay you back just by saying I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Every time that someone hurts me, I run to you&lt;br /&gt;Who else could ever understand me like you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1284019401208783518?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1284019401208783518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SjlJ6h7E4jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JGjSgIBk3AA/s72-c/Versailles+(95).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-5244037733298697640</id><published>2009-04-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:17:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdTzzV5V7I/AAAAAAAAALw/e0VuofLGL8k/s1600-h/blue+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdTzzV5V7I/AAAAAAAAALw/e0VuofLGL8k/s320/blue+eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329820833436751794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if I took all those pills that you locked away from me,&lt;br /&gt;What if I ran my car full speed straight into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;What if I went to your job and made a scene,&lt;br /&gt;Would you still think that I am losing control?&lt;br /&gt;What if I ate Chinese and put my finger down my throat,&lt;br /&gt;What if I’d go out in my pijamas, bare footed&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;at night?&lt;br /&gt;And what if I kept a 9 milimeters gun in my purse,&lt;br /&gt;Would you still think that I’m losing my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt; I ask all these silly questions and you think it’s just a game,&lt;br /&gt;But what if I would do all these things one day?&lt;br /&gt;Is it all right&lt;br /&gt;To lose my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s ok&lt;br /&gt;To lose control&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;And to feel insane.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see it in my eyes, baby&lt;br /&gt;That I'm dying to go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand and watch my masquerade&lt;br /&gt;Would you die to see me doing&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I turn the music just a little too loud for you,&lt;br /&gt;What if I break down cause I can’t stand this pain?&lt;br /&gt;What if I drove the car just a little too fast for you,&lt;br /&gt;Would you still think that I am going insane?&lt;br /&gt;What if I watch porn movies at 3 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;What if I come home long after you went to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;What if I took the gun out at the mall in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell the secrets I’m supposed to keep?&lt;br /&gt; Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-5244037733298697640?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5244037733298697640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I asked if you still loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You asked "why you wanna know"?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I know this is so over,&lt;br /&gt;So why don’t you just get out that door?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;And now you say you don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Of doing everything that you did,&lt;br /&gt;You put on an angel face saying that never&lt;br /&gt;You could cheat, nor lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;But you’re such a good actor&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve been here before,&lt;br /&gt;I know your next line&lt;br /&gt;And I know my reply.&lt;br /&gt;We know were this is going to&lt;br /&gt;So why waste any more time?&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of everything,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit lie and a little bit cheat.&lt;br /&gt;How have you been reduced to this?&lt;br /&gt;How come you did&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to hang up the phone&lt;br /&gt;When you can’t make excuses fast enough&lt;br /&gt;I did it myself long time ago&lt;br /&gt;That’s the ironic story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what you’re doing now&lt;br /&gt;I did it myself and I know.&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes there is no more love&lt;br /&gt;And it’s time you walked out that door.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;/p&gt;                                        &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1546727035073414607?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1546727035073414607/comments/default' title='Postare 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdU9mLpaXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CTEJaYVHauY/s72-c/5100eyes-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-8276772564578186655</id><published>2009-01-27T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:41:14.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SX-JK4k4FEI/AAAAAAAAALg/xarQ8D09sRk/s1600-h/tango+rosso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SX-JK4k4FEI/AAAAAAAAALg/xarQ8D09sRk/s320/tango+rosso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296102506889745474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Bitter love&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gambled and I’ve lost&lt;br /&gt;The one I wanted the most,&lt;br /&gt;Bitter love.&lt;br /&gt;The taste of sweet love turned bitter,&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we’d come to this,&lt;br /&gt;To feel the bitter love in such a bitter kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter love, baby, and you try to kiss away these tears running down my face,&lt;br /&gt;Just this bitter love and always trying to put someone else in your place.&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand I never could&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how I wish I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter love,  baby, giving you all of my love and getting heartache instead.&lt;br /&gt;Just this bitter love, baby, and the sound of your angry voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;The voice that told so many goodbies,&lt;br /&gt;And that killing look in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter love, baby, and now I guess I just don’t know who you are any more,&lt;br /&gt;Just bitter love, baby, I used to love you like crazy, but now I’m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;You said goodbye, but came back again,&lt;br /&gt;That’s where the bitterness began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter love, baby, and it’s like I don’t recognize the man lying in bed next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Just bitter love, baby, can’t remember what was it that made me feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I was broken-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;That’s when the bitter love started.&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-8276772564578186655?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8276772564578186655/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-451657149123670510</id><published>2009-01-15T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:42:55.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SW-ufyiAoZI/AAAAAAAAALY/VwmS6w1kYHE/s1600-h/charlie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SW-ufyiAoZI/AAAAAAAAALY/VwmS6w1kYHE/s320/charlie.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291639948347220370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;I smile instantly&lt;br /&gt;Each time i get to see&lt;br /&gt;Your face on the screen,&lt;br /&gt;The funniest th&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;at’s ever been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oooh, Charlie...&lt;br /&gt;You made us laugh, you made us cry&lt;br /&gt;With your humour in black and white,&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oooh, Charlie...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You needn’t speak to make us laugh,&lt;br /&gt;In black and white you spent your life,&lt;br /&gt;But gave us color and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Just a little smile, all you were after…&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oooh, Charlie...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With simple mimic, you taught us what fun is,&lt;br /&gt;You will survive through centuries.&lt;br /&gt;We understood what you meant without words&lt;br /&gt;You made the tricks and waved like a lord,&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oooh, Charlie...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice was never heard&lt;br /&gt;On tv, you never said a word&lt;br /&gt;But we smiled for you when you were glad&lt;br /&gt;And cried&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with you when you were sad&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oooh, Charlie...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Black moustache and eyes like cinder,&lt;br /&gt;You got our attention with a finger&lt;br /&gt;You hid millions of magic tricks in your hat&lt;br /&gt;Showed them all and then walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oooh, Charlie...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-451657149123670510?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/451657149123670510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=451657149123670510' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-7766506928046157740</id><published>2009-01-13T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:14:06.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu suntem nemuritori</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmoURcqPT5I/AAAAAAAAANI/lP-sTkG01Ng/s320/Michael+OK+Magazine+%2797+baby.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362120596321685394" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmoURcqPT5I/AAAAAAAAANI/lP-sTkG01Ng/s1600-h/Michael+OK+Magazine+%2797+baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmoURcqPT5I/AAAAAAAAANI/lP-sTkG01Ng/s1600-h/Michael+OK+Magazine+%2797+baby.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Şi câmpurile de lavandă violet se înnegresc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Şi soarele se prăbuşeşte-n mare&lt;br /&gt;Şi părinţii noştri-mbătrânesc&lt;br /&gt;Iar noi, cât mai rămânem tineri oare?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aşa cum stelele dispar la răsărit,&lt;br /&gt;Aşa cum primăvara vine şi iar pleacă,&lt;br /&gt;Aşa cum nu rezistă nimic la infinit,&lt;br /&gt;Aşa şi viaţa noastră o să treacă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aşa cum se scutură la orice adiere&lt;br /&gt;Frunze aurii, petale albe de flori&lt;br /&gt;Ce trist e să ne luăm la revedere&lt;br /&gt;Când aflăm că nu suntem nici noi&lt;br /&gt;Nemuritori...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-7766506928046157740?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7766506928046157740/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=7766506928046157740' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7766506928046157740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Your Majesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SWz9tryqayI/AAAAAAAAALI/pZU29l_dwl0/s1600-h/Elvis+Presley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SWz9tryqayI/AAAAAAAAALI/pZU29l_dwl0/s320/Elvis+Presley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290882623544650530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, King, &lt;br /&gt;I am staring at your photo on the wall&lt;br /&gt;And the bartender tells me&lt;br /&gt;That Memphis is the home of rock’n roll.&lt;br /&gt;Here, they even play your music in the streets&lt;br /&gt;They used to say that Elvis is destructive and forbidden for the kids&lt;br /&gt;Now they say that Elvis is the King.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, King, &lt;br /&gt;You went away long before I was born and you see,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get to say Your Majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, King, &lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw you at Graceland, walking right through the door&lt;br /&gt;You were holding your guitar and singing “Jailhouse rock”&lt;br /&gt;I could swear I heard his voice&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t put this into words,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear to God that I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;Since I last saw James Dean on the screen&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that shined &lt;br /&gt;Just like the sun&lt;br /&gt;And how I loved it when you sang those gospel songs&lt;br /&gt;Now they finally say that you are the King&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did it take them so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, King, &lt;br /&gt;It must’ve been unbelievable when you were gone, on 16th of August 1977&lt;br /&gt;And I've never heard a voice like yours singing so sweetly Love Me Tender&lt;br /&gt;His house became a museum&lt;br /&gt;And people come to see him.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that more than words could tell&lt;br /&gt;They loved it when you sang “Heartbreak Hotel”&lt;br /&gt;Photos on the walls,&lt;br /&gt;In every place I go&lt;br /&gt;I see your face on posters, you’re smiling back at me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m only sorry that I never got the chance &lt;br /&gt;To see you and call you Your Majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-3707060478872263240?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3707060478872263240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You light up the sky,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you smile, son of mine,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With your sunshine smile&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For which I wrote a lullaby.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you’re smile could put an end to terror,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To all the hate that’s destroying our world,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would let everyone see you,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And they would forget in a blink&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What they are fighting for.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soldiers would turn guns into flowers,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Presidents would talk of paradise,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People would feel that peace is in their power,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If they only saw your beautiful baby eyes.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You hang the stars into the sky at night&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With that pretty eyes and smile of yours,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You must be angel of light,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I can’t help wondering&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What you are smiling for.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I’ll make sure you have reason for happiness,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Protect you when you smile in your sleep.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pretty baby, I’ll sing you lullabies&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I’ll never love you any less.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-4030929168710233568?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4030929168710233568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SU1asWhoIyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ote2t0l3O0A/s72-c/Andreea+%C5%9Fi+bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-3048765090662177222</id><published>2008-12-17T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:57:35.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Human At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SUlqSPyDaTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YGtHeZmd0Mk/s1600-h/eyesclosed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SUlqSPyDaTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YGtHeZmd0Mk/s320/eyesclosed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280868899775277362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You say you’re just a man who loves me desperately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But then why are you turning all of this love against me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why are you putting a gun to my head every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baby, you are killing me bit by bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With everything that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And all of these stupid roles that you play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I loved you until I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is no kindness at all in those blue beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just anger and hate and cruelty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And you use them all against me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But what if the woman that used to love you says no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just when you need her the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause you’re not human at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Play your games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As you always do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause you’re not human at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And baby, why are you hurting all the people that I care for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How come for these questions, you don’t have an answer any more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You had everything you could possibly dream of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you’re losing it bit by bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause you’re driving me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How come you gave up the woman you claim to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s a little bit too late to realize that you need my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realized first that you are not human at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-3048765090662177222?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3048765090662177222/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=3048765090662177222' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3048765090662177222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3048765090662177222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-human-at-all.html' title='Not Human At All'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SUlqSPyDaTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YGtHeZmd0Mk/s72-c/eyesclosed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-8633708120498021774</id><published>2008-11-28T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:35:54.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry I'm Not Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/STBrSJZwUkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/huAY33wNmtc/s1600-h/Schneider_LudwigII1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/STBrSJZwUkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/huAY33wNmtc/s320/Schneider_LudwigII1972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273833123156611650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my mind I’ve repeated these lines&lt;br /&gt;Until I had them memorized&lt;br /&gt;So please, just let me tell you all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;If you speak, I might not be able to go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, how I loved you, but it’s over now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I slipped through your fingers somehow.&lt;br /&gt;And now I don’t even know what I’m staying here for&lt;br /&gt;Since, baby, I don’t feel in love with you any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me not to cry&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am really not going to.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I knew from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t going to last&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m only sorry I’m not sorry&lt;br /&gt;That I lost you this fast.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just don’t love you any more&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry there is nothing to feel sorry for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I hoped against the odds&lt;br /&gt;But it’s over and it doesn’t even hurt.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I felt that I couldn’t even breathe&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t here your voice, if you weren’t close enough to me.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all gone now and I guess I always knew&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me silly questions, I don’t know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I guess I always knew that it wasn’t going to last too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-8633708120498021774?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8633708120498021774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=8633708120498021774' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8633708120498021774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8633708120498021774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-im-not-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry I&apos;m Not Sorry'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/STBrSJZwUkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/huAY33wNmtc/s72-c/Schneider_LudwigII1972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-1947445553882456391</id><published>2008-11-21T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:59:08.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragă Moş Crăciun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SSchjvJ7LEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kLB93ugOcKA/s1600-h/santa_claus+blonda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SSchjvJ7LEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kLB93ugOcKA/s320/santa_claus+blonda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271218786697686082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dragă Moş Crăciun&lt;br /&gt;Te-am rugat şi anul trecut&lt;br /&gt;Dar poate că scrisoarea mea nu a ajuns la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Ţi-am cerut atunci nişte cercei cu rubine&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum nu mai sunt la modă şi m-am răzgândit&lt;br /&gt;Acum îţi cer un nou iubit&lt;br /&gt;Să arate ca Mister Univers, să facă tot ce vreau eu,&lt;br /&gt;Îţi voi cere altul la anul, ăsta este genul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Şi dragă Moş Crăciun, aş mai vrea&lt;br /&gt;Pe lista ta să fie prima scrisoarea mea.&lt;br /&gt;REFREN:&lt;br /&gt;Moşule, ştii că nu sunt materialistă,&lt;br /&gt;O să-ţi mai trimit o listă&lt;br /&gt;Şi pe lângă aceste cadouri&lt;br /&gt;Aş mai vrea o sumă cu multe zerouri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi să mai pui de-o parte pentru mine o masină,&lt;br /&gt;De preferat să fie limuzină.&lt;br /&gt;Şi o rochie din mătasea cea mai fină.&lt;br /&gt;Aş mai vrea şi un colier cu diamante&lt;br /&gt;Un mic, dar nu prea mic, inel cu briliante&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt pretenţioasă, mă mulţumesc cu puţin&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mă supăr dacă pui de la tine un safir.&lt;br /&gt;Merit tot ce-ţi cer că am fost cuminte,&lt;br /&gt;Cine zice altceva, ştii sigur că minte!&lt;br /&gt;REFREN:&lt;br /&gt;Moşule, ştii că nu sunt materialistă,&lt;br /&gt;O să-ţi mai trimit o listă&lt;br /&gt;Şi pe lângă aceste cadouri&lt;br /&gt;Aş mai vrea o sumă cu multe zerouri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi, Moşule, aş mai vrea, o vilă la Saint Tropez&lt;br /&gt;Te las pe tine să alegi un apartament în Champs Elysee.&lt;br /&gt;Iar la vară de ziua mea,&lt;br /&gt;Vreau excursie în America.&lt;br /&gt;Şi Mosule, să nu uiţi ce ţi-am cerut&lt;br /&gt;În scrisoarea de anul trecut.&lt;br /&gt;Dacă nu găseşti un yacht, mă mulţumesc cu un hotel,&lt;br /&gt;Ştii că nu sunt mofturoasă de fel.&lt;br /&gt;REFREN:&lt;br /&gt;Moşule, ştii că nu sunt materialistă,&lt;br /&gt;O să-ţi mai trimit o listă&lt;br /&gt;Şi pe lângă aceste cadouri&lt;br /&gt;Aş mai vrea o sumă cu multe zerouri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1947445553882456391?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1947445553882456391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=1947445553882456391' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1947445553882456391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1947445553882456391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/drag-mo-crciun.html' title='Dragă Moş Crăciun'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SSchjvJ7LEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kLB93ugOcKA/s72-c/santa_claus+blonda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-741127313123354334</id><published>2008-10-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:00:35.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SQoEXUN9hhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/58_kpQEsEKE/s1600-h/Orion+Constellation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SQoEXUN9hhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/58_kpQEsEKE/s320/Orion+Constellation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263023913146615314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Înger sprijinit în fulger,&lt;br /&gt;Ca un bătrân într-un toiag,&lt;br /&gt;E copil, bărbat şi înger,&lt;br /&gt;Îl urăsc şi mi-este drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubire dintre rai şi iad,&lt;br /&gt;Ce mă chemi dintr-o privire,&lt;br /&gt;Tu mă-nalţi, mă faci să cad,&lt;br /&gt;Cu promisiuni de nemurire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mă amăgi, iubire, &lt;br /&gt;Nu-ncerca nici să mă minţi,&lt;br /&gt;Că eu, doar dintr-o privire,&lt;br /&gt;Simt ce vrei şi simt ce simţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Străluceşte asupra mea,&lt;br /&gt;Cum ai făcut şi până-acum,&lt;br /&gt;Atunci voi fi şi eu o stea&lt;br /&gt;Alături răsărind din fum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai noi trei să fim mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Învăluiţi mereu în mister,&lt;br /&gt;Doar tu, iubirea noastră şi eu&lt;br /&gt;Asemeni lui Orion din cer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-741127313123354334?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/741127313123354334/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=741127313123354334' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/741127313123354334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/741127313123354334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/orion.html' title='Orion'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SQoEXUN9hhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/58_kpQEsEKE/s72-c/Orion+Constellation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-3037341263592337892</id><published>2008-10-30T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:01:44.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SQn_5_NIWWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V-PCP4TGVBI/s1600-h/Together_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SQn_5_NIWWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/V-PCP4TGVBI/s320/Together_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263019011243268450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's ok, baby, let's do it your way once again,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't take this fighting any more&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather give in again and take the blame&lt;br /&gt;Than going back to the arguments we've had before.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have it your way or nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;But I think that you are moving way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you gotta let me know when it gets out of control,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not sure that any other way, we can make it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;You say you're gonna do it right now,&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, baby" is all that I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gonna get it right somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, baby, have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all right, baby, let's just do it like that,&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing could ever change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;And if there is some other better way,&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll have to find it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;You know that I've been here for too long,&lt;br /&gt;To walk out on you when you are not all right.&lt;br /&gt;But baby, you gotta let me know when it goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;So I can make it better one more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;You say you're gonna do it right now,&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, baby" is all that I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gonna get it right somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, baby, have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-3037341263592337892?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3037341263592337892/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=3037341263592337892' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3037341263592337892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3037341263592337892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-baby_30.html' title='OK, Baby'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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apel nepreluat,&lt;br /&gt;Un sms fără autor,&lt;br /&gt;Şi un bărbat&lt;br /&gt;După care simţi că mori....&lt;br /&gt;Ceva de ascuns, &lt;br /&gt;O iubire în plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai vrut asta niciodată, dar s-a întâmplat şi n-ai putut spune "nu".&lt;br /&gt;Acum eşti adorată de un bărbat cu care-n public, nici nu vorbeşti la "per tu" &lt;br /&gt;Te intimidează &lt;br /&gt;Şi te fascinează&lt;br /&gt;Încă de când nici nu-l ştiai personal, ci numai de la televizor,&lt;br /&gt;Nu l-ai vrut niciodată, dar acum te face să simţi că mori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren:&lt;br /&gt;O iubire în plus, &lt;br /&gt;Ceva de ascuns,&lt;br /&gt;Un apel nepreluat,&lt;br /&gt;Un sms fără autor,&lt;br /&gt;Şi un bărbat&lt;br /&gt;După care simţi că mori....&lt;br /&gt;Ceva de ascuns, &lt;br /&gt;O iubire în plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prezenţa lui îţi face rău, absenţa lui te doare şi mai rău&lt;br /&gt;Te înnebuneşte gândul că lumea nu ştie ce-i al tău.&lt;br /&gt;E halucinant,&lt;br /&gt;Atât de aberant!&lt;br /&gt;Ai greşit că n-ai putut opri la timp ce urma să fie,&lt;br /&gt;Şi de ce tocmai tu, când ca tine ar fi găsit o mie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren:&lt;br /&gt;O iubire în plus, &lt;br /&gt;Ceva de ascuns,&lt;br /&gt;Un apel nepreluat,&lt;br /&gt;Un sms fără autor,&lt;br /&gt;Şi un bărbat&lt;br /&gt;După care simţi că mori....&lt;br /&gt;Ceva de ascuns, &lt;br /&gt;O iubire în plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2322274353618835613?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2322274353618835613/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2322274353618835613' title='0 comentarii'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2841416976147257672</id><published>2008-10-29T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:08:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morphine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmoitXkFKXI/AAAAAAAAANY/IoXYw5MnP5U/s1600-h/Michael+Black+or+White+1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SmoitXkFKXI/AAAAAAAAANY/IoXYw5MnP5U/s320/Michael+Black+or+White+1991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362136469152803186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm takin' Morphine to cut the pain,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm takin' everything that I can.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Valium and Xanax every now and then&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And some Demerol, though it's banned.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But your presence is like anesthesia,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gentle sleep like amnesia.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's all wrapped up in one,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It takes me up when I'm down.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's so much better than any injection&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweet and deceitful, causing addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are much better than any medicine,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby, you are my Morphine,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My overdose of Morphine!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's just stay inert like this,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And with every kiss,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inject Morphine in my veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It took some time until I understood&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Loneliness ain't gonna do me any good.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm takin' Diprivan to cut the pain&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And any other painkillers that I can.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anything that's now available in store&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Full phial without prescription and more.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some Demerol and some whisky will do,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unless I can't lay in bed next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are much better than any medicine,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby, you are my Morphine,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My overdose of Morphine!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's just stay inert like this,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And with every kiss,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inject Morphine in my veins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've learnt a brandnew dimension of pain&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While you were gone away.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I took everything that could stop me&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From going insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are much better than any medicine,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby, you are my Morphine,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My overdose of Morphine!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's just stay inert like this,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And with every kiss,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Inject Morphine in my veins.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2841416976147257672?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2841416976147257672/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2841416976147257672' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2695353941226578250</id><published>2008-09-11T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:03:07.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMjylv5oK9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/iq8LTuDyHY4/s1600-h/0466bf05c6e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMjylv5oK9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/iq8LTuDyHY4/s320/0466bf05c6e5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244708496400198610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some more skin!&lt;br /&gt;But no feelings within!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;Give me sensualty,&lt;br /&gt;Make love to the camera!&lt;br /&gt;Give me ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them see who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;You got tired, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Give me what I ask!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;If you won't, there are million girls just like you&lt;br /&gt;Who would do what I tell them to!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she was a little girl, she dreamt to get on the cover of a magazine,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at the camera as she's told and showing some more of her skin.&lt;br /&gt;Parents asked her what will happen when she gets all wrinkled and fat&lt;br /&gt;All models end up the same, didn't anybody tell her that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me energy,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, smile for me!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;Give me fury and rage,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, show some revenge!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, look aside,&lt;br /&gt;And put on that diva smile!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;You got tired, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Give me what I ask!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;If you won't, there are million girls just like you&lt;br /&gt;Who would do what I tell them to!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she smiles from up the catwalk, she's got fortune and fame.&lt;br /&gt;Her dad called her for her birthday to tell her she should be ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;Cause from a huge poster on every highway in the country, she smiles down&lt;br /&gt;Commercials for lengerie always pay best, about 10 000 dollars per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;No, show me arrogance!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything, baby!&lt;br /&gt;Show me you are furious!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;You got tired, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Give me what I ask!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;If you won't, there are million girls just like you&lt;br /&gt;Who would do what I tell them to!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heels, top skills, designer cloths and make up non-stop,&lt;br /&gt;Some pills every 2 hours to end the headache she's got.&lt;br /&gt;She just puts on a Hollywood smile, perfect white are her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Plastic surgery, botox, even though she was only nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got tired, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Give me what I ask!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;If you won't, there are million girls just like you&lt;br /&gt;Who would do what I tell them to!&lt;br /&gt;Flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruslana Korshunova (2nd of July 1987-28the of June 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2695353941226578250?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2695353941226578250/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2695353941226578250' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-6305733709571826877</id><published>2008-09-05T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:03:41.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Girl With Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDjN2HdOLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VU_6q6QR73Y/s1600-h/student.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDjN2HdOLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VU_6q6QR73Y/s320/student.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242439793263851698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I should be,&lt;br /&gt;Really don't mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm such a pretty girl, 'cause I always dress decently.&lt;br /&gt;Never cleavage exposed and never skirts above the knee.&lt;br /&gt;They say I look like a girld from the boarding school&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wear my hair up and I've got glasses to suit.&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm always by the book, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;And I am not gonna mess with that.&lt;br /&gt;I do act like a good girl unless...&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm furious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Not so far from the aggression,&lt;br /&gt;And yet not too far from perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You pretend&lt;br /&gt;Not to understand&lt;br /&gt;This brandnew conception&lt;br /&gt;That I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am a good girl with cruel intentions&lt;br /&gt;(Unless you can get my affection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to block me if I get you upset,&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you think I am, not what you see,&lt;br /&gt;There's much under those dresses never above the knee.&lt;br /&gt;I know things that I haven't learned in school,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hallelujah girl, no one will play me for a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I do act like a good girl unless...&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm furious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Not so far from the aggression,&lt;br /&gt;And yet not too far from perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You pretend&lt;br /&gt;Not to understand&lt;br /&gt;This brandnew conception&lt;br /&gt;That I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am a good girl with cruel intentions&lt;br /&gt;(Unless you can get my affection).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-6305733709571826877?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6305733709571826877/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDjN2HdOLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VU_6q6QR73Y/s72-c/student.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-8831516577700757150</id><published>2008-08-27T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:07:33.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poezie despre diriga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Colegii de liceu ştiu despre ce este vorba! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora cică a-nceput, iar diriga se răsteşte:&lt;br /&gt;"În şuturi îl dau afară pe cel ce râde prosteşte!"&lt;br /&gt;Ce să faci? Stai şi asculţi, până când se ia de tine,&lt;br /&gt;Însă azi tu ai noroc: "Iar se sună de ieşire?"&lt;br /&gt;Vine şi la ora a doua, scuipă foc, expiră fum&lt;br /&gt;Şi ne-ntreabă alarmată: "Care-i ultimul volum?"&lt;br /&gt;Este linişte deplină, parcă-i la înmormântare:&lt;br /&gt;"E la mintea puiului!", dar Tudor habar nu are!&lt;br /&gt;"- Vintiloiu, spune-acum, tu cu ce te-ai pregătit?"&lt;br /&gt;"- Doamnă, eu n-am învăţat, pentru că am fost răcit!"&lt;br /&gt;"- Băiete, asta nu-i scuză, pentru astăzi ai un 2!"&lt;br /&gt;Iar către colţul din stânga: "Fără discuţie-ntre voi!"&lt;br /&gt;Când mai e juma' de oră, se leagă şi de Andreea:&lt;br /&gt;"- Irimie, haide, spune, ai învăţat poezia?"&lt;br /&gt;"- Doamnă, eu n-am avut timp, am fost plecată de-acasă!"&lt;br /&gt;"- Ce-ai zis? Am ajuns să te tratez ca pe ultimul din clasă!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hodiş, iarăşi te trezeşti vorbind? Ce, aici suntem la piaţă?"&lt;br /&gt;"Şi Denis, ia nu mai râde, că şi tu eşti ca o ţaţă!"&lt;br /&gt;"Iliescu, tu ce faci? Stai ca nea Gheorghe la poartă!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ca să nu mai zic de Teo, care stă plăcintă-n bancă!"&lt;br /&gt;Catalogul îl deschide. Oare cine-i condamnat?&lt;br /&gt;"- Paul, spune-mi acum, tu cam ce-ai mai învăţat?&lt;br /&gt;"- Doamnă, eu n-am fost la şcoală" "- Asta nu e treaba mea!&lt;br /&gt;Bălan, concentrează-te! Mie spune-mi lecţia!"&lt;br /&gt;"- Dar eu nu m-am pregătit!"&lt;br /&gt;"- Băiete, nu eşti capabil! Ai avut doar de citit!"&lt;br /&gt;"- Pişcărac, ia spune tu, pentru oră ce-ai adus?"&lt;br /&gt;"- Am venit cu cinci romane şi chiar am învăţat în plus!"&lt;br /&gt;Când mai sunt 10 secunde, ora se încheie brusc:&lt;br /&gt;"Vlasă, notează în caiet! Să nu zici că nu ţi-am spus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-8831516577700757150?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8831516577700757150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=8831516577700757150' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8831516577700757150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8831516577700757150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/poezie-despre-diriga.html' title='Poezie despre diriga'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-7755105717028607254</id><published>2008-08-27T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:33:50.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foşti iubiţi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6XKHGg-GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dO8dK53IZjs/s1600-h/830522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6XKHGg-GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dO8dK53IZjs/s320/830522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241793216266696802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O uşă ce se deschide doar când intru sau ies eu,&lt;br /&gt;Uneori uit că s-a terminat şi te aştept să vii.&lt;br /&gt;Partea ta de pat e goală, mă gândesc la tine mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu-mi zâmbeşti acum doar din fotografii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe lista de foşti iubiţi adaug şi numele tău,&lt;br /&gt;Scris cu litere groase de tipar.&lt;br /&gt;Şi tu ai jurat că mă vei iubi mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Dar... mereu există un "dar"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai poţi să vii,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai vrei,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai ştii&lt;br /&gt;Cum să mă iei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar mâna mea scrie&lt;br /&gt;Cu numărul o mie&lt;br /&gt;Numele tău&lt;br /&gt;Pe lista de foşti iubiţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu au fost o mie, dar toţi au venit la întâmplare&lt;br /&gt;Şi au plecat spunând că poate au ghinion.&lt;br /&gt;Câte un pic din sufletul meu a luat fiecare&lt;br /&gt;Şi am rămas să scriu iubitul cu numărul un milion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi toţi vorbeau despre casa pe care o vom avea,&lt;br /&gt;Despre cum îi va chema pe copii, dar ce ghinion&lt;br /&gt;Se întâmplă mereu la fel, se repetă istoria,&lt;br /&gt;Adio, iubitul meu cu numărul un milion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai poţi să vii,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai vrei,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai ştii&lt;br /&gt;Cum să mă iei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar mâna mea scrie&lt;br /&gt;Cu numărul o mie&lt;br /&gt;Numele tău&lt;br /&gt;Pe lista de foşti iubiţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o colecţie de inele, câte unul de la fiecare,&lt;br /&gt;Păstrez mii de flori uscate, presate în jurnale.&lt;br /&gt;Încă unul îmi spune adio şi sună atât de banal.&lt;br /&gt;Adio, iubitul meu cu numărul un miliard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-7755105717028607254?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7755105717028607254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=7755105717028607254' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7755105717028607254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7755105717028607254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/foti-iubii.html' title='Foşti iubiţi'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6XKHGg-GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dO8dK53IZjs/s72-c/830522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-5645972799240524224</id><published>2008-08-27T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:11:09.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLU0Owsi0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/PqhaIyEQixo/s1600-h/prostitute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLU0Owsi0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/PqhaIyEQixo/s320/prostitute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239151169709985842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Don't kiss on the mouth",&lt;br /&gt;"And don't fall in love!"&lt;br /&gt;There were the rules&lt;br /&gt;Made by Madame Louis&lt;br /&gt;And all men played the fools&lt;br /&gt;And asked for Denise.&lt;br /&gt;All men called her Mademoiselle, but her name was Denise,&lt;br /&gt;He knew she loved him, he could tell from her kiss.&lt;br /&gt;All men wanted her, but he was the only man who loved her.&lt;br /&gt;All men lusted her, but she was afraid that one would hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;"Please, Denise,&lt;br /&gt;Come home with me!"&lt;br /&gt;He begged on his knees&lt;br /&gt;She pretended not to hear nor see.&lt;br /&gt;He also played the fool&lt;br /&gt;And she obeyed the rules&lt;br /&gt;She knew he'd understand&lt;br /&gt;If she turned her head.&lt;br /&gt;But the next morning they found her dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be late tonight"&lt;br /&gt;"And don't leave my sight!"&lt;br /&gt;There were the rules&lt;br /&gt;Made by Madame Louise.&lt;br /&gt;And all men played the fools&lt;br /&gt;And paid for Denise.&lt;br /&gt;She said "Close the door in your way out, the next one is waiting"&lt;br /&gt;She said she didn't love him, but he knew she was faking.&lt;br /&gt;The girls told her not to go with him 'cause she was the best.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning they found her with a knife in her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give them your body"&lt;br /&gt;"And take the money!"&lt;br /&gt;There were the rules&lt;br /&gt;Made by Madame Louise.&lt;br /&gt;And all men played the fools&lt;br /&gt;And asked for Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-5645972799240524224?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5645972799240524224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=5645972799240524224' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5645972799240524224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5645972799240524224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/denise.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLU0Owsi0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/PqhaIyEQixo/s72-c/prostitute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2075503674286873902</id><published>2008-08-27T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:12:20.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fata din oglinda mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUEeg6ELxI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUO_DAzhKvE/s1600-h/fata+din+oglinda+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUEeg6ELxI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUO_DAzhKvE/s320/fata+din+oglinda+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239098663791505170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea,&lt;br /&gt;Palmele-şi apasă pe ochii mari şi grei.&lt;br /&gt;Cum aş putea s-o alin, când chiar eu sunt ea?&lt;br /&gt;Şi lacrimi mari cad pe obrajii ei.&lt;br /&gt;Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De afară se revarsă lumina de la lună,&lt;br /&gt;Ea se priveşte în oglinda din dormitor.&lt;br /&gt;A uitat că are peria de păr în mână,&lt;br /&gt;A uitat că-n jurul ei miroase a flori.&lt;br /&gt;Stă nemişcată, aşteptând o minune,&lt;br /&gt;El a promis, dar n-ar fi întâia oară&lt;br /&gt;Când ar uita de promisiune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea,&lt;br /&gt;Palmele-şi apasă pe ochii mari şi grei.&lt;br /&gt;Cum aş putea s-o alin, când chiar eu sunt ea?&lt;br /&gt;Şi lacrimi mari cad pe obrajii ei.&lt;br /&gt;Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftează lung muşcând buza uscată&lt;br /&gt;De sete şi de nesfârşit delir.&lt;br /&gt;În întuneric, obosită, tremură toată.&lt;br /&gt;O privesc şi uit să mai respir.&lt;br /&gt;E târziu, luminile se sting pe rând&lt;br /&gt;Şi fata din oglinda mea plânge în mine.&lt;br /&gt;Va adormi din nou cu el în gând&lt;br /&gt;Şi el... el nu cred că mai vine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea,&lt;br /&gt;Palmele-şi apasă pe ochii mari şi grei.&lt;br /&gt;Cum aş putea s-o alin, când chiar eu sunt ea?&lt;br /&gt;Şi lacrimi mari cad pe obrajii ei.&lt;br /&gt;Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2075503674286873902?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2075503674286873902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2075503674286873902' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2075503674286873902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2075503674286873902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/fata-din-oglinda-mea.html' title='Fata din oglinda mea'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUEeg6ELxI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUO_DAzhKvE/s72-c/fata+din+oglinda+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2146050662219516047</id><published>2008-08-27T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:13:41.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMF7CGnC8tI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GFd89sPy1gY/s1600-h/old+captain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMF7CGnC8tI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GFd89sPy1gY/s320/old+captain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242606717300306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd always love summer skies and seas of blue,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd live just to spend my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of distant places, but that's all history.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I used to believe in is just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;I always hoped to be the one who saves the world,&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want anything, I must be growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of making stormy revolutions,&lt;br /&gt;But now that kind of dreams just bring silly confusion.&lt;br /&gt;And when I spoke, I thought anyone will stop and listen,&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like there is something missing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a world hero any more.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my touch, I must be growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was always a chance, there always stood tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Now I leave behind silly regrets and aching sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My heart used to pump with fire through the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Now the years pass and I don't pay much attention.&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm ignorant 'cause I don't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my time of glory, I must be growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I gotta do to keep all those naive dreams alive?&lt;br /&gt;If I made one more effort, I don't think I'd survive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to try, too tired to even pretend I'm ok,&lt;br /&gt;In the end no one will give a damn, nor remember anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My body is young, but I've got scars in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I made my moves, life got me bruised, I'm growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step is now made after long time hesitation&lt;br /&gt;Or not made at all and given up at first rejection.&lt;br /&gt;I payed my dues, gave more than I received,&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets for the adventurous life that I lived.&lt;br /&gt;I did my part, I played my role&lt;br /&gt;I'm stopping here, I'm growing old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2146050662219516047?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2146050662219516047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2146050662219516047' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2146050662219516047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2146050662219516047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMF7CGnC8tI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GFd89sPy1gY/s72-c/old+captain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-7591559981883845695</id><published>2008-08-20T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:15:15.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-Bye, War!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwbiJRpzhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-uNsKtuxacw/s1600-h/child+soldier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwbiJRpzhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-uNsKtuxacw/s320/child+soldier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236590740144508434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunshots and bombs exploding all over the place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Huge fire in the sky and deep holes in the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Blood on those young soldiers' bodies and face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A mother's crying for the son she looked for but didn't found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He packed his things in a suitcase and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I can't take this fighting any more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I swear to God I won't end up dead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I'm going home now, so bye-bye, war!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He got home and rang at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And soon he heard steps on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The door opened and a beautiful lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Called "Come here, baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To meet your daddy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And a kid showed up in the doorway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he stared for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then took his son in this arms and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"This kid has my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he has my smile".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He packed his things in a suitcase and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "I can't take this fighting any more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "I swear to God I won't end up dead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "I'm going home now, so bye-bye, war!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Four years I've been gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With bombs around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And all this time at home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My son was growing up without me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He packed his things in a suitcase and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "I can't take this fighting any more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "I swear to God I won't end up dead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "I'm going home now, so bye-bye, war!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-7591559981883845695?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7591559981883845695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=7591559981883845695' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7591559981883845695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7591559981883845695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/bye-bye-war.html' title='Bye-Bye, War!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwbiJRpzhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-uNsKtuxacw/s72-c/child+soldier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-3111770976433123758</id><published>2008-08-20T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:18:06.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Friend of Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUFGlqHGKI/AAAAAAAAACo/nrTsB4O03VI/s1600-h/Lips_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUFGlqHGKI/AAAAAAAAACo/nrTsB4O03VI/s320/Lips_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239099352261531810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgot to come to my place last night, yes, I know it,&lt;br /&gt;Though you say you couldn't because of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't rain last night, nor the night before it&lt;br /&gt;And so I caught you lying to me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;When I call you at work someone always says you're not there&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't really know when you are coming back.&lt;br /&gt;But I found a telephone number in the pocket of your pants&lt;br /&gt;And I felt the smell of some cheap perfume on your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;You say I don't trust you and you accuse me&lt;br /&gt;Of always being ready to walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;But, baby, why don't you introduce me&lt;br /&gt;To this... friend of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on your lips I saw a lipstick that's not mine&lt;br /&gt;And when the phone calls no one ever says "hello".&lt;br /&gt;I just stay and listen to her breathe on the line&lt;br /&gt;Until she finally asks "Is William home?"&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know anyone by that name&lt;br /&gt;And when I tell her it's wrong number, dial again&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I should better watch my man&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gone abroad all the time and he's all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I needed the car and you said that's ok&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can ask a friend to give you a ride.&lt;br /&gt;But your friend parked so far from my driveway&lt;br /&gt;And I asked "Why don't you ask him inside?"&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me goodbye and said you had to go.&lt;br /&gt;I watched you walk away and get into the car.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you kiss all of your friends hello&lt;br /&gt;Or is this friend of yours a very special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-3111770976433123758?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3111770976433123758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=3111770976433123758' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3111770976433123758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3111770976433123758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-friend-of-yours.html' title='This Friend of Yours'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUFGlqHGKI/AAAAAAAAACo/nrTsB4O03VI/s72-c/Lips_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-6921440547762521191</id><published>2008-08-20T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:18:47.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetul şi Marea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwdqu5QhEI/AAAAAAAAABA/hJ8OUrYUfg4/s1600-h/142-luna+scufundata+in+ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwdqu5QhEI/AAAAAAAAABA/hJ8OUrYUfg4/s320/142-luna+scufundata+in+ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236593086704944194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întins pe nisip, absent şi gânditor,&lt;br /&gt;Privind spre cerul de safir şi perle,&lt;br /&gt;Simţind în mine toate câte dor&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea ta, mare, se află printre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu plânge, mare, că nu te pot iubi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu suspina că nu pot să te vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Cu valul tău rece eu nu mă pot uni.&lt;br /&gt;Nu eşti femeie, nu pot nimic să-ţi dau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieftine versuri despre valuri, dacă vrei&lt;br /&gt;Nimic din ce nu a mai fost scris până acum.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, mare, din orice vei vrea să îmi iei,&lt;br /&gt;Până la apus, sub soare, s-ar face scrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu eşti frumoasă, dar crudă şi cruntă.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu pot fi al tău, tu îmi eşti străină.&lt;br /&gt;Îmi place doar s-ascult adâncu-ţi cum cântă,&lt;br /&gt;Şi să aud valurile tale noaptea cum suspină.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-aude şi geme şi plânge nebună,&lt;br /&gt;Mereu albastră şi etern sălbatică&lt;br /&gt;Mă iubeşte şi nu poate să-mi spună&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu-i pot da nicio plimbare romantică.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi tot ce am putut să-i dau vreodată&lt;br /&gt;A fost pasul meu, dar valul ei l-a şters.&lt;br /&gt;I-am dat o-mbrăţişare, dar nevinovată,&lt;br /&gt;O lacrimă, ici-colo câte-un vers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar că sunt om, eu n-am să-i cer iertare,&lt;br /&gt;Nu va putea să-mi pară rău nicicând.&lt;br /&gt;Voi plânge doar la a ei tristă chemare&lt;br /&gt;Dar ea rămâne apă, eu - pământ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-6921440547762521191?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6921440547762521191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=6921440547762521191' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6921440547762521191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6921440547762521191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/poetul-i-marea.html' title='Poetul şi Marea'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwdqu5QhEI/AAAAAAAAABA/hJ8OUrYUfg4/s72-c/142-luna+scufundata+in+ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-4393094102263008120</id><published>2008-08-20T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:19:09.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Has Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOu7wJhwDI/AAAAAAAAABg/RQ3VwCYrNmg/s1600-h/broken-heart-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOu7wJhwDI/AAAAAAAAABg/RQ3VwCYrNmg/s320/broken-heart-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238723133122396210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love has gone&lt;br /&gt;And all he left behind&lt;br /&gt;Is an empty view&lt;br /&gt;And a twisted mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love has gone&lt;br /&gt;And in his place&lt;br /&gt;There's whole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;An a picture of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love has gone&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get out of my head&lt;br /&gt;The smell of his perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Him sleeping in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love has gone&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My love has gone&lt;br /&gt;And maybe so should I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-4393094102263008120?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4393094102263008120/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=4393094102263008120' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/4393094102263008120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/4393094102263008120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love-has-gone.html' title='My Love Has Gone'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOu7wJhwDI/AAAAAAAAABg/RQ3VwCYrNmg/s72-c/broken-heart-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-5581294440686889105</id><published>2008-08-16T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:22:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6ZU_iu3UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m6u3CXthDJw/s1600-h/Police+Car+Lights+-+GOOD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6ZU_iu3UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m6u3CXthDJw/s320/Police+Car+Lights+-+GOOD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241795602239380802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked and walked four hours and hours through wind and rain,&lt;br /&gt;Praying the storm would wash away all the memories and pain.&lt;br /&gt;But tears never turn into water even if  you want them to&lt;br /&gt;And the sun never shines if it only shines for you.&lt;br /&gt;From the tenth  floor, he just closed his eyes and jumped&lt;br /&gt;And said "Mama, you'll see me on the news tonight",&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna be a hero when I die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;But when he reached the ground&lt;br /&gt;People gathered around&lt;br /&gt;To see how a suicide man loked like.&lt;br /&gt;If he could only speak now that the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;He'd say "The sun never shines for the lost 1"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors were all open, but he was still looking for a key&lt;br /&gt;To open up some long-gone past, some painful memory&lt;br /&gt;He felt life was too tough and could not take it&lt;br /&gt;And would've rather died than fade away so soon.&lt;br /&gt;He said "Life is only what you make it",&lt;br /&gt;"But now I feel like die is all I wanna do".&lt;br /&gt;And said "Mama, you'll see me on the news tonight".&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna be a hero when I die".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy left home when he was only five,&lt;br /&gt;Never called for birthdays, didn't see him at his prom.&lt;br /&gt;His mother cared for him at day and worked at night&lt;br /&gt;And all he ever had was his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-5581294440686889105?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5581294440686889105/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=5581294440686889105' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5581294440686889105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5581294440686889105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-1.html' title='Lost 1'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6ZU_iu3UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/m6u3CXthDJw/s72-c/Police+Car+Lights+-+GOOD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-7984390462516654189</id><published>2008-08-16T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:23:41.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mask Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6a08ziCgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/evSQpgraerk/s1600-h/Phantom+3DVD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6a08ziCgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/evSQpgraerk/s320/Phantom+3DVD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241797250771978754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And so weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now you want me back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's just another act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now you love me, you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's just a role that you play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's just another mask you put on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But now, who are you hiding from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I made you so vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When I took your mask off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-7984390462516654189?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7984390462516654189/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=7984390462516654189' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7984390462516654189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7984390462516654189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/mask-off.html' title='Mask Off'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6a08ziCgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/evSQpgraerk/s72-c/Phantom+3DVD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-8458184666192978724</id><published>2008-08-16T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:24:06.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delfin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOva1V06kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ioAy3a6bO90/s1600-h/dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOva1V06kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ioAy3a6bO90/s320/dolphin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238723667092105794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se aruncă de pe stânci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;În apele cele mai adânci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zboară cu albatroşii, în braţele lui cuprinde câte un val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ca un fiu regal al mării adus cu forţa de vânturi la mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cu braţele reci îmi cuprinde uşor trupul de soare încins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Îmi prinde scoici în păr şi spune: "Aşa cum ţi-am promis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nemişcat, întins pe nisip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nu vede, nu aude nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mă ignoră. Ca un delfin el simte doar marea în vine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Îi sărut palmele sărate, priveşte soarele dincolo de mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gust sarea de pe trupul lui, bărbat-delfin născut în adâncuri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Smuls de valuri dintre corali şi adus la mal de vânturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Delfin născut din val şi soare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Simţi furtuni în tâmple, marea în vine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Delfin, dacă tu ai şti cât mă doare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Că iubeşti marea mai mult ca pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-8458184666192978724?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8458184666192978724/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=8458184666192978724' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8458184666192978724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8458184666192978724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/delfin.html' title='Delfin'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOva1V06kI/AAAAAAAAABo/ioAy3a6bO90/s72-c/dolphin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-7831528042832551332</id><published>2008-08-16T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:24:53.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkEQSgBn_I/AAAAAAAAADo/sKKEnMCIOdY/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkEQSgBn_I/AAAAAAAAADo/sKKEnMCIOdY/s320/banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240224319312863218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He signed his name with his a pen dipped into blood,&lt;br /&gt;On every heart that had a painfully bleeding flood.&lt;br /&gt;And he seems to be the one who mercilessly put the thorns&lt;br /&gt;One by one, on the fragile stalk of every red rose.&lt;br /&gt;He rained himself down from a starred-starred night,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stop the ravens from their glorious flight.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to thrust love-fever into his icy frozen veins,&lt;br /&gt;Like a fool, I thought I could pray away his sins.&lt;br /&gt;But he just slammed himself against a wall of rejection&lt;br /&gt;From forces that were far beyond any human perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did all just for love,&lt;br /&gt;I did all just for you&lt;br /&gt;And I remained alone to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;For falling in love with a man made of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Man of ice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that he was lost frozen somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Along corridors of time and would never dare&lt;br /&gt;To come out into the fire and let the flames melt away&lt;br /&gt;The ice from his heart and let the sun guide his way.&lt;br /&gt;So I let him burry his heart in solitude and misery.&lt;br /&gt;I let him walk away praying he will soon come back for me.&lt;br /&gt;So naive, I filled my mind with fantastical visions of perfection,&lt;br /&gt;I fed my mind with some bizzare imaginary attraction.&lt;br /&gt;I put my heart on the altar of love trying to save his soul,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't keep him back from losing control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did all just for love,&lt;br /&gt;I did all just for you&lt;br /&gt;And I remained alone to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;For falling in love with a man made of ice,&lt;br /&gt;Man of ice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-7831528042832551332?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7831528042832551332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=7831528042832551332' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7831528042832551332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7831528042832551332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-of-ice.html' title='Man of Ice'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkEQSgBn_I/AAAAAAAAADo/sKKEnMCIOdY/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-7930720772834030923</id><published>2008-08-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:25:37.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6dzvtQUYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cKCVhDRg0qo/s1600-h/hope-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6dzvtQUYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cKCVhDRg0qo/s320/hope-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241800528611004802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may,&lt;br /&gt;From now on I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;The end is only a heartbeat away,&lt;br /&gt;Come what may...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may,&lt;br /&gt;I've lived my life exactly the way I wanted to live.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway&lt;br /&gt;Probably there's not much left for me to give.&lt;br /&gt;Consumed by passion&lt;br /&gt;And always staying true to what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Never repressed aggression&lt;br /&gt;And giving away in a moment all I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may,&lt;br /&gt;From now on I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;The end is only a heartbeat away,&lt;br /&gt;Come what may...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may,&lt;br /&gt;I had so much joy and pain in my life&lt;br /&gt;And anyway&lt;br /&gt;I have grown old and maybe that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes so joyful,&lt;br /&gt;And others times I felt the pain would never end.&lt;br /&gt;But I am grateful&lt;br /&gt;For every man that loved me and for every friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may,&lt;br /&gt;From now on I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;The end is only a heartbeat away,&lt;br /&gt;Come what may...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-7930720772834030923?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7930720772834030923/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=7930720772834030923' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7930720772834030923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7930720772834030923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6dzvtQUYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cKCVhDRg0qo/s72-c/hope-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-8389704614390062931</id><published>2008-08-11T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:26:03.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poezia acestora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;Nu este scrisă de mine, dar aş fi vrut eu să fie. Recunosc că am postat poezia asta fără să cer acordul "poetului". Dacă vrea să şi-o revendice, să mă anunţe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUFsvzNucI/AAAAAAAAACw/IAeBQI5Dh7A/s1600-h/poetry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUFsvzNucI/AAAAAAAAACw/IAeBQI5Dh7A/s320/poetry1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239100007819098562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; Aceasta nu e poezie,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu se rupe-n două,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta plânge,tragedie,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta ploua.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu se saltă-n zare,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta vine de departe,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu se simte-n stare&lt;br /&gt;Această carte.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu e de citit,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta uită şi se jură,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta-n deget s-a rănit,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta fură.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta zice că-s nebun,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta e de-acord cu ea,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta se pierde pe drum,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta vrea.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu vă mai convine,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta n-are clar valoare,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta e prea mică-n sine,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta e prea mare.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta sute de cu seară,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta cântece aztece,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu se prea omoară,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta zece.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta temple şi altare,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta urcă spre dinjosuri,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu-i apă din mare,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta dosuri.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta stele despuiate,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta galben colţuroasă,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta e prea grea de spate,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta-i grasă.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta a făcut doar spume,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu a fost să fie,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta lasă numai urme,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta mie.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta este cam degeaba,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta cu dureri amare,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta mult zoreşte graba,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta doare.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta neologizează,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta zbate rău cuvântul,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta moare în amiază,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta vântul.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta babă prea sfătoasă,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta câine ce nu tace,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu e sănătoasă,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta nu e poezie,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta cititorul ştie,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta n-a fost doar să fie,&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta-i VIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-8389704614390062931?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8389704614390062931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=8389704614390062931' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8389704614390062931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8389704614390062931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/poezia-acestora.html' title='Poezia acestora'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUFsvzNucI/AAAAAAAAACw/IAeBQI5Dh7A/s72-c/poetry1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2450266405391511078</id><published>2008-08-11T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:26:52.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradisul fals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMYnvw4LDVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Q9qyYBPC-iE/s1600-h/mary-me-scarlett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMYnvw4LDVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Q9qyYBPC-iE/s320/mary-me-scarlett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243922517647363410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ce te gândeşti, ce înseamnă acest suspin?&lt;br /&gt;Spune-mi, iubire, devii Elena, puţin câte puţin?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar poţi, iubire, să îmi spui ce preţ mai are&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce avem acum dacă iubirea moare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haide, iubire, dă-mi mâna şi invită-mă la vals,&lt;br /&gt;Să ne mai amăgim încă o seară cu paradisul fals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2450266405391511078?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2450266405391511078/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2450266405391511078' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2450266405391511078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2450266405391511078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/paradisul-fals.html' title='Paradisul fals'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMYnvw4LDVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Q9qyYBPC-iE/s72-c/mary-me-scarlett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-456121390358088676</id><published>2008-08-08T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:27:30.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statuia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOwsIzrRVI/AAAAAAAAABw/8iJPJVZeFVM/s1600-h/statue+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOwsIzrRVI/AAAAAAAAABw/8iJPJVZeFVM/s320/statue+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238725063886980434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statuia de marmură albă şi rece,&lt;br /&gt;Neclintită fusese acolo de mult,&lt;br /&gt;Privind ignorantă timpul cum trece,&lt;br /&gt;Admirând trandafirii, vântu-ascultând.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Părea să privească ades păsări în zbor,&lt;br /&gt;Părea pierdută într-un univers haotic,&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii-i reci şi goi se holba la trecători.&lt;br /&gt;Îi invidia şi totuşi, le zâmbea ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O noapte si-atât... Acum din piatra inertă&lt;br /&gt;Au rămas doar fragmente prea mici şi prea reci.&lt;br /&gt;O noapte şi-atât... Şi din statuia perfectă...&lt;br /&gt;Nimic! Biată statuie, unde ai vrut să pleci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi locul unde a fost cândva statuia&lt;br /&gt;E parcă vid şi amăgitor privirii.&lt;br /&gt;Azi în locul unde a fost cândva statuia&lt;br /&gt;A crescut iedera ce a umbrit trandafirii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-456121390358088676?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/456121390358088676/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=456121390358088676' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/456121390358088676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/456121390358088676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/statuia.html' title='Statuia'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOwsIzrRVI/AAAAAAAAABw/8iJPJVZeFVM/s72-c/statue+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-957005094723150988</id><published>2008-08-08T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:27:53.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Winter Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwfqDzqYfI/AAAAAAAAABI/S3G8RJUampQ/s1600-h/SnowBeech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwfqDzqYfI/AAAAAAAAABI/S3G8RJUampQ/s320/SnowBeech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236595274162004466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that misty nights and rainy days&lt;br /&gt;Have lost themselves somewhere along their ways.&lt;br /&gt;The tumult of a world I thought left far behind&lt;br /&gt;Returned to this abandoned space to find&lt;br /&gt;Just roaring emptiness and a whispered autumn song,&lt;br /&gt;A place of withered illusions and of leaves beaten gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are driven away like winged petals and seeds,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes instantly cry and my heart desperately bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I have never been able to love, nor to smile&lt;br /&gt;As if this misty wind has scattered out my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn must be a lady who probably died&lt;br /&gt;Trying to soar like a seagull, but never learnt to fly.&lt;br /&gt;And the clarion of her mysterios spirit still raves&lt;br /&gt;Like haunting ghosts dancing in the darken graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hectic smell is all around me in the air,&lt;br /&gt;These foul empty streets... have they ever been fair?&lt;br /&gt;And golden leaves are driven around like ghosts,&lt;br /&gt;And the wind is crying like a mother cries her loss.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn has put her filthy wings around mankind.&lt;br /&gt;If winter comes, can spring be far behind?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-957005094723150988?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/957005094723150988/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=957005094723150988' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/957005094723150988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/957005094723150988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-winter-comes.html' title='If Winter Comes'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwfqDzqYfI/AAAAAAAAABI/S3G8RJUampQ/s72-c/SnowBeech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-1951447745016424280</id><published>2008-08-08T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:56:22.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infracţiunea de a fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkFEKhtmaI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ih3SHlksQc/s1600-h/catuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkFEKhtmaI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ih3SHlksQc/s320/catuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240225210525653410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Când sângeram, ei, orbi, nici nu văd al nostru sânge,&lt;br /&gt;Nu aud un pui de geniu cum plânge,&lt;br /&gt;Li se pare o iluzie, aluzie sau doar vis,&lt;br /&gt;Dar ei cu ignoranţă, un pui de geniu au ucis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îngenunchiaţi, supuşi, în criză de idei,&lt;br /&gt;Ne abandonam, pasiv conduşi de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ei care au impresia că nici nu trăiesc pe pământ&lt;br /&gt;Şi nici nu ştiu că noi trăim doar... din când în când.&lt;br /&gt;Cu ton sarcastic ne ordonă să învăţăm a trăi,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi nemulţumiţi ne condamnă pentru...&lt;br /&gt;Infracţiunea de a fi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1951447745016424280?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1951447745016424280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=1951447745016424280' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1951447745016424280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1951447745016424280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/infraciunea-de-fi.html' title='Infracţiunea de a fi'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkFEKhtmaI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ih3SHlksQc/s72-c/catuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-6399339099773344891</id><published>2008-08-08T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:29:35.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkHwLDQNCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/D5OfZ52oIcg/s1600-h/258875715_71f71fc4b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkHwLDQNCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/D5OfZ52oIcg/s320/258875715_71f71fc4b9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240228165603832866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is always split in two&lt;br /&gt;Between what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;And what I am supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;He sees me cry,&lt;br /&gt;He hears me sigh&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;But he can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;He never understood,&lt;br /&gt;And he never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is watching me peacefully with his blue beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pretend that he knows what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;But if he knew, I wouldn't be here wrapped in his arms,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much he says he loves me, he'd be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is always split in two&lt;br /&gt;Between what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;And what I am supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;He sees me cry,&lt;br /&gt;He hears me sigh&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;But he can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;He never understood,&lt;br /&gt;And he never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-6399339099773344891?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6399339099773344891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=6399339099773344891' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6399339099773344891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6399339099773344891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-understand.html' title='Never Understand'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkHwLDQNCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/D5OfZ52oIcg/s72-c/258875715_71f71fc4b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-7755796414823616135</id><published>2008-08-08T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:31:19.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Easy To Win This Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOzoEasc2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fUg83N08Psw/s1600-h/wbschumacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOzoEasc2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fUg83N08Psw/s320/wbschumacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238728292523864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to climb the mountains, but now they push you up,&lt;br /&gt;You used to shine like the sun, but now they turn on the light.&lt;br /&gt;Your every effort used to be rewarded with a throne and a crown,&lt;br /&gt;But now they push you up while you're pulling yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;And it's not easy to win this way&lt;br /&gt;Without having faught enough, without grace,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no matter what their praising would say&lt;br /&gt;You still got tears running down your face.&lt;br /&gt;They still see you as a hero, but you're fading every day,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's really not easy to win this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the flowers, the statues they're building for you,&lt;br /&gt;You know that most of them are for parade and untrue.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the prizes, the endless applause that you got,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they won't turn you back into something you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too proud to admit they let you win because they adore you&lt;br /&gt;And they know there's never been anyone better before you.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you know you won without fighting enough&lt;br /&gt;And winning without deserving cuts just like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-7755796414823616135?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7755796414823616135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=7755796414823616135' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7755796414823616135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/7755796414823616135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-easy-to-win-this-way.html' title='Not Easy To Win This Way'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLOzoEasc2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fUg83N08Psw/s72-c/wbschumacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-3181074994671335553</id><published>2008-08-08T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:34:16.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Luce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLO020kErwI/AAAAAAAAACA/Pc4uNdmqUUE/s1600-h/white+stallion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLO020kErwI/AAAAAAAAACA/Pc4uNdmqUUE/s320/white+stallion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238729645477900034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am căutat în cărţi un nume să-ţi găsesc,&lt;br /&gt;În stele chiar, să aflu a ta privire.&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu nu exişti în lume şi în nimic omenesc.&lt;br /&gt;Eşti zeu prin adorare şi sfânt prin slăvire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ochii tăi de azur noaptea lent s-a prelins&lt;br /&gt;Şi e plină de scântei rupte dintr-un fulger&lt;br /&gt;Ce ard pe chipul tău, pe părul tău de aur aprins&lt;br /&gt;Când baţi parcă din aripi şi te-nalţi ca un înger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zâmbeşti, dar trist. Şi ochii îi închizi uşor,&lt;br /&gt;Te pierzi în amintiri, în poezii, în pagini,&lt;br /&gt;Măşti şi minciuni ce le credeai uitate, încă dor,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar dacă sunt doar fragmente, frânturi de imagini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi iar goneşti pe calul tău parcă înaripat,&lt;br /&gt;Iar luna din ceruri pe chipu-ţi de înger aduce&lt;br /&gt;Raze ameţitoare de argint revărsat&lt;br /&gt;Ce scapără în sufletul tău de zeu, Il Luce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Il Luce nu e Mircea Lucescu :)))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-3181074994671335553?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3181074994671335553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=3181074994671335553' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3181074994671335553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3181074994671335553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/il-luce.html' title='Il Luce'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLO020kErwI/AAAAAAAAACA/Pc4uNdmqUUE/s72-c/white+stallion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2537089356701914863</id><published>2008-08-08T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:34:39.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taboo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGEAtLVDgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSFlycPaOpc/s1600-h/big_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGEAtLVDgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSFlycPaOpc/s320/big_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242616588897947138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habbit, damn taboo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you last night just to see&lt;br /&gt;How I'd feel if I heard your voice again.&lt;br /&gt;But I only rememberd much misery,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice brought back the pain..&lt;br /&gt;You are still faking, you see,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit, damn taboo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were doing just fine,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you too well to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to your breath on the line,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I did so good when decided to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;You still pretend and cheat,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit, damn taboo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to swear I was the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you told others the same.&lt;br /&gt;You can have your ways now that I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;But be careful not to call others my name.&lt;br /&gt;You still hide what you feel,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit, damn taboo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2537089356701914863?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2537089356701914863/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2537089356701914863' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2537089356701914863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2537089356701914863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/taboo.html' title='Taboo'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGEAtLVDgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSFlycPaOpc/s72-c/big_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-1553988658801118671</id><published>2008-08-06T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:35:47.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Win. I Lose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6be2D56iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B-VM5qjxNgA/s1600-h/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6be2D56iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B-VM5qjxNgA/s320/052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241797970516109858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me much to see&lt;br /&gt;There is no winning with you,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you always fight against me&lt;br /&gt;Like it's the last the last thing you'd do.&lt;br /&gt;Weak and unable to hit back,&lt;br /&gt;I withdrawn into envious resistance.&lt;br /&gt;You turned me into a wrack,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could just keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Again you win,&lt;br /&gt;I have grown used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Again I lose,&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I had to chose.&lt;br /&gt;You win. I lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you just keep going&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite direction,&lt;br /&gt;Between us there's no loving,&lt;br /&gt;Just physical attraction.&lt;br /&gt;I need a man who loves victory,&lt;br /&gt;But not tries to get it over me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna win without breaking your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting can't be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Again you win,&lt;br /&gt;I have grown used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Again I lose,&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I had to chose.&lt;br /&gt;You win. I lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1553988658801118671?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1553988658801118671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=1553988658801118671' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1553988658801118671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1553988658801118671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-win-i-lose.html' title='You Win. I Lose.'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6be2D56iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B-VM5qjxNgA/s72-c/052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2216946903819662763</id><published>2008-08-06T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:36:15.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Stuart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkGrN7ugkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/830itD6b5zE/s1600-h/maryqueenofscotbio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkGrN7ugkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/830itD6b5zE/s320/maryqueenofscotbio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240226980966597186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar vrea să rămână, de plecare se teme,&lt;br /&gt;Ţara-i cu glas stins, începe să o cheme&lt;br /&gt;                                          Spre necunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;Va pleca într-o lume pe care n-o ştie,&lt;br /&gt;Să rămână-ntre umbre pentru vecie,&lt;br /&gt;                                         S-o ia de la-nceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să clădească în stâncă noi imperii&lt;br /&gt;Să aducă azurul între nori argintii&lt;br /&gt;                                        Şi în ochi lumină.&lt;br /&gt;Să facă roze din ceaţă şi rouă din lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Salvând patria de ale pământului patimi&lt;br /&gt;                                        Cu un titlu de regină.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi stă neclintită în bătaia vântului&lt;br /&gt;Să înfrunte blestemul crunt al pământului&lt;br /&gt;                                       În care s-a născut.&lt;br /&gt;Şi în întuneric, tot neclintită plânge,&lt;br /&gt;Căci de-un pământ sărac e legată prin sânge,&lt;br /&gt;                                          Dar prin suflet nicicând!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"În curând eu voi trece de-al tău hotar,&lt;br /&gt;Se năruie-n mine şi viaţă şi speranţă.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea spre care mă duc îmi va fi altar,&lt;br /&gt;Mă duc să mă jertfesc, rămâi cu bine, Franţă!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2216946903819662763?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2216946903819662763/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2216946903819662763' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2216946903819662763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2216946903819662763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/maria-stuart.html' title='Maria Stuart'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkGrN7ugkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/830itD6b5zE/s72-c/maryqueenofscotbio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-5310392917108601335</id><published>2008-08-06T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:37:04.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Being The Best?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMkOGSQpNdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bn-m-Ho-sv8/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMkOGSQpNdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bn-m-Ho-sv8/s320/michael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244738742193305042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always up to date and permanently sharp in style,&lt;br /&gt;Conquering any heart, any kingdom with just one smile.&lt;br /&gt;It used to take me no more than a pleasing look,&lt;br /&gt;Or a snap of my fingers, that's all it ever took.&lt;br /&gt;And everything I could possibly want was done,&lt;br /&gt;But the show is over 'cause there is no more fun.&lt;br /&gt;And if the dream would live, I would still believe it,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm worn out now and too weak to even try to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the power, the will I had in the past,&lt;br /&gt;If I tried one more time, that try might be the last.&lt;br /&gt;Why fighting so much if they pretend not to see?&lt;br /&gt;Why being the best if it brings out the worst in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all pretended to know me, called me by my name,&lt;br /&gt;The rules were too tough, I got tired of their stupid game,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with time, competition has grown into loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;There were only strangers who pretended to be my friends.&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't feel like it used to, I must be growing old,&lt;br /&gt;I lost the need for speed from those happy years of gold.&lt;br /&gt;I can take it no more, I have come to the end of the line,&lt;br /&gt;I had my time of glory, now it's the perfect moment for goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the power, the will I had in the past,&lt;br /&gt;If I tried one more time, that try might be the last.&lt;br /&gt;Why fighting so much if they pretend not to see?&lt;br /&gt;Why being the best if it brings out the worst in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-5310392917108601335?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5310392917108601335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=5310392917108601335' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5310392917108601335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5310392917108601335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-being-best.html' title='Why Being The Best?...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMkOGSQpNdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bn-m-Ho-sv8/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-6413325056989319942</id><published>2008-08-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:33:20.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6cEMaAHRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xzaMNqhBpPg/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6cEMaAHRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xzaMNqhBpPg/s320/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241798612169530642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world did not love you,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they did not know how.&lt;br /&gt;Now you are already faded,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll love you now...&lt;br /&gt;Now I think they understand&lt;br /&gt;What you really tried to do&lt;br /&gt;And they reach out to your hand&lt;br /&gt;Just to find themselves in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like flames dancing in the eyes of a child,&lt;br /&gt;Memories will rush right back to you.&lt;br /&gt;All through your stormy life turned wild,&lt;br /&gt;You loved the world, but they never knew.&lt;br /&gt;And the world could only ignore you&lt;br /&gt;And let you live your life alone.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, the adore you,&lt;br /&gt;They only treasure those who are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden leaves are flying and falling,&lt;br /&gt;Just like tears from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And the autumn wind is calling&lt;br /&gt;For all those who lost their lives.&lt;br /&gt;And the world's compassion&lt;br /&gt;Is no consolation&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you never really knew&lt;br /&gt;They'll be lost in admiration&lt;br /&gt;When they will be losing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world could only ignore you&lt;br /&gt;And let you live your life alone.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, they adore you&lt;br /&gt;They only treasure those who are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-6413325056989319942?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6413325056989319942/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=6413325056989319942' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6413325056989319942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6413325056989319942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SL6cEMaAHRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xzaMNqhBpPg/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-3230999979383973692</id><published>2008-08-01T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:38:11.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cât o să mai pot rezista?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMYpr-eGxAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WfPfNz2EaQg/s1600-h/crying_girl-2072.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMYpr-eGxAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WfPfNz2EaQg/s320/crying_girl-2072.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243924651599905794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priveşti prin mine, eşti tot mai absent,&lt;br /&gt;Mă pierzi încet, eşti inconştient.&lt;br /&gt;Tu juri că mă adori,&lt;br /&gt;Dar mereu mă ignori.&lt;br /&gt;Ai nevoie de mila, nu de iubirea mea,&lt;br /&gt;Nu ştiu cât o să mai pot rezista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orice mângâiere îşi are preţul ei,&lt;br /&gt;Priveşti rugător şi fix în ochii mei.&lt;br /&gt;Prefer să cedez,&lt;br /&gt;Să nu mă enervez.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum te iubesc, nu te pot refuza,&lt;br /&gt;Dar cât o să mai pot rezista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă amăgeşti uşor, cu o singură privire,&lt;br /&gt;Te ador, eşti cea mai dulce amăgire.&lt;br /&gt;Ador tot ce-i al tău,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar dacă-mi face rău...&lt;br /&gt;Prefer să fac orice ca să rămâi în viaţa mea,&lt;br /&gt;Dar mă întreb cât o să mai pot rezista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-3230999979383973692?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3230999979383973692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=3230999979383973692' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3230999979383973692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/3230999979383973692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/ct-o-s-mai-pot-rezista.html' title='Cât o să mai pot rezista?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMYpr-eGxAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WfPfNz2EaQg/s72-c/crying_girl-2072.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2056638726371121964</id><published>2008-08-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:39:13.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMkFniA1e_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/y-SiiJpDZuM/s1600-h/goran+visnjic+2+repl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMkFniA1e_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/y-SiiJpDZuM/s320/goran+visnjic+2+repl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244729417753000946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;You've been playing your part&lt;br /&gt;Though you knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;That it was only gonna break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love-stories you lost 'cause you were untrue.&lt;br /&gt;The wicked games that seemed to get you through.&lt;br /&gt;The lies that you told,&lt;br /&gt;The image you sold&lt;br /&gt;Deceived everyone who was ever around you,&lt;br /&gt;Made your good friends stop caring about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talking behind your good friends' back,&lt;br /&gt;The secrets that you never really kept.&lt;br /&gt;You made everyone think&lt;br /&gt;That you had everything&lt;br /&gt;But instead you only got despair and just loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Now you'd give up all just to hear a familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretending when claiming you were strong,&lt;br /&gt;The denial even when you knew you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You only tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;The tears that you cried.&lt;br /&gt;And if you hurt everybody, you didn't do it intentionally,&lt;br /&gt;Their hurt brought you twice as much misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2056638726371121964?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMkFniA1e_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/y-SiiJpDZuM/s72-c/goran+visnjic+2+repl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-1020817340741677361</id><published>2008-08-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:39:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGFazmB7NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ll1DA26cbd4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGFazmB7NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ll1DA26cbd4/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242618136808778962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for I smile when there are tears&lt;br /&gt;Falling from your pretty-pretty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But, baby, I'm so happy that you're here&lt;br /&gt;And that I can you hold you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for I cry when there's a smile&lt;br /&gt;Coming upon your pretty-pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;But, baby, I'm afraid it's just for a while&lt;br /&gt;And that happiness is not going to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1020817340741677361?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1020817340741677361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-4109385627293415083</id><published>2008-08-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:40:37.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deamon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwgivdhafI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mq3-hUDTkL4/s1600-h/Deamon+Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwgivdhafI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mq3-hUDTkL4/s320/Deamon+Lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236596247952976370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, so black are the eyes of the lady,&lt;br /&gt;They throw sharp arrows of poison and fire.&lt;br /&gt;Black, so black is her hair and it's waving,&lt;br /&gt;The look you set upon her is gonna mistify her.&lt;br /&gt;They say the lady is a deamon,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they melt as they look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And she fades like a ghost when they see her,&lt;br /&gt;But what if she's an angel in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN&lt;br /&gt;Deamon,&lt;br /&gt;Black eyes shine through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Lips glow in the candle light.&lt;br /&gt;Demon,&lt;br /&gt;Run unless you want&lt;br /&gt;To get crucified.&lt;br /&gt;Deamon,&lt;br /&gt;Soon by love&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sanctified.&lt;br /&gt;Demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, so cold are the hands of the lady,&lt;br /&gt;But her blood is a vulcano in her veins.&lt;br /&gt;Red, so red are her lips and she's maybe&lt;br /&gt;Gonna set on your lips her fatal kiss.&lt;br /&gt;They say the lady is a deamon,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they melt as they look in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And she fades like a ghost when they see her,&lt;br /&gt;But what if she's an angel in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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title='Deamon'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwgivdhafI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mq3-hUDTkL4/s72-c/Deamon+Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-646947561708631470</id><published>2008-08-01T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:41:20.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Şi totuşi dacă...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGG5VfMkjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/L7mgn6laTOo/s1600-h/holding_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGG5VfMkjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/L7mgn6laTOo/s320/holding_hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242619760814625330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vrea să ştiu unde ai dormit aseară,&lt;br /&gt;De dragul tău, sper doar că a meritat.&lt;br /&gt;Te voi lăsa să pleci, chiar dacă o să doară,&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu mai vreau, nu mai pot să mă prefac.&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi dacă tu mi-ai cere iertare,&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi dacă te-aş mai întoarce din drum,&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi dacă aş mai găsi putere&lt;br /&gt;Să nu te mai iert, să nu te mai cred şi acum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă întreb de ce mi-ai mai promis că vii,&lt;br /&gt;Te aştept, dar deja, ore întregi ai întârziat.&lt;br /&gt;Îmi pare rău că poate niciodată nu vei şti&lt;br /&gt;Cât te-am iubit şi nici măcar n-ai meritat.&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi dacă tu mi-ai mai spune o dată&lt;br /&gt;Că mă iubeşti şi că ai vrea să te mai iert&lt;br /&gt;Şi îmi promiţi că nu mai greşeşti niciodată,&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi dacă eu aş mai putea să te cred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi dacă m-ai lua iarăşi în braţe&lt;br /&gt;Şi mi-ai vorbi despre ce vrei şi ce simţi,&lt;br /&gt;Dacă m-ai mai putea amăgi cu speranţe&lt;br /&gt;Şi dacă aş putea să cred că nu mai minţi.&lt;br /&gt;Şi totuşi dacă eu aş putea să uit tot ce a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Până la urmă poate, nu a fost decât un vis.&lt;br /&gt;Mă întreb dacă iubirea ar mai avea vreun rost.&lt;br /&gt;Şi dacă totuşi ai veni, aşa cum ai promis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-646947561708631470?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGG5VfMkjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/L7mgn6laTOo/s72-c/holding_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-4427319826000719511</id><published>2008-08-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:41:50.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGHl9vc7fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X_VDm6q_by8/s1600-h/lightening.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGHl9vc7fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X_VDm6q_by8/s320/lightening.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242620527534468594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fields of cruel green,&lt;br /&gt;With flowers in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Every blazing beam,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they only seem&lt;br /&gt;As if they'll never shine&lt;br /&gt;Ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the anger strikes I feel surrounded&lt;br /&gt;By an ocean of blood throbbing in my veins.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts running through my head and all around it&lt;br /&gt;As a devilish punishment for all the undone sins.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doors are slamming in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I am covered up by pain I thought I left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancind in my blood&lt;br /&gt;Like ferocious nightly ghosts,&lt;br /&gt;Anger - like a flood&lt;br /&gt;Never pays back what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Moving throuh my veins&lt;br /&gt;To break my heart in two,&lt;br /&gt;Causing all the sins&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a starred night&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so right&lt;br /&gt;And it seems so forever,&lt;br /&gt;But never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never turned out the way I wanted it to turn out,&lt;br /&gt;All my passions consumed me before they burned out,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I start hearing voices screaming deep inside me,&lt;br /&gt;All the secrets that I've ever hid now all hide me.&lt;br /&gt;Anger started out like drifting away from perfection,&lt;br /&gt;But it's so long since it first proved to be an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancind in my blood&lt;br /&gt;Like ferocious nightly ghosts,&lt;br /&gt;Anger - like a flood&lt;br /&gt;Never pays back what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Moving throuh my veins&lt;br /&gt;To break my heart in two,&lt;br /&gt;Causing all the sins&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe your smile&lt;br /&gt;I taste it slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Come linger for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Come lose yourself in me,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming over me so slowly and strongly like a wave,&lt;br /&gt;I feel it entering inside of me through my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;An ocean of anger, so lonely and dark like a grave,&lt;br /&gt;It got the taste of a drop of poison upon my withered lips.&lt;br /&gt;They always told me to livve my life to the max&lt;br /&gt;But adrenaline is only in guns, drugs and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancind in my blood&lt;br /&gt;Like ferocious nightly ghosts,&lt;br /&gt;Anger - like a flood&lt;br /&gt;Never pays back what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Moving throuh my veins&lt;br /&gt;To break my heart in two,&lt;br /&gt;Causing all the sins&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought I'd do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-4427319826000719511?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMGHl9vc7fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X_VDm6q_by8/s72-c/lightening.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-209680451871949119</id><published>2008-08-01T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:42:27.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUS2YLi7BI/AAAAAAAAADA/NyGQBmN718s/s1600-h/ManDrivingFast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUS2YLi7BI/AAAAAAAAADA/NyGQBmN718s/s320/ManDrivingFast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239114466928552978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eşti o iluzie topită de durere,&lt;br /&gt;Te duci cu fiecare pas tot mai departe&lt;br /&gt;Şi nici măcar tu nu îţi iei la revedere&lt;br /&gt;Când pleci singur şi trist în prag de noapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Şi valuri după valuri de amărăciune&lt;br /&gt;                       Mă îneacă şi plâng în fiecare seară&lt;br /&gt;                      Când eu, timidă, sărut cu o plecăciune&lt;br /&gt;                       Buzele-ntredeschise ca întâia oară.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divin ar fi să mă trezesc în orice dimineaţă&lt;br /&gt;Strângându-ţi cu putere trupul tău cald la piept!&lt;br /&gt;Dar o minune nu durează o întreagă viaţă&lt;br /&gt;Şi mie nu-mi rămâne decât să te aştept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zbori, visul meu de amăgitoare iubire,&lt;br /&gt;                       Înalţă-ţi un renume prin laudele lor!&lt;br /&gt;                       Fii eroul tuturor cum îţi este-n fire.&lt;br /&gt;                       Iar eu voi fi ce-am fost mereu: un SPECTATOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-209680451871949119?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/209680451871949119/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=209680451871949119' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/209680451871949119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/209680451871949119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwhdGLylFI/AAAAAAAAABY/mLkfyRHK6XM/s1600-h/New+York.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwhdGLylFI/AAAAAAAAABY/mLkfyRHK6XM/s320/New+York.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236597250485032018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me out into this amazing labyrinthical world,&lt;br /&gt;In this huge agresion that makes me feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;Let me out into the nightmime, set me free into the dark light.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna break out tonight like never before.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this city's got much more to show.&lt;br /&gt;Armours of steel and glass, electric eyes are everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Such a sensual diguise&lt;br /&gt;Of the City's sleepless eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my chance tonight, I know for sure I'll dare,&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can be a star of this space tonight.&lt;br /&gt;If this city is just an apple,&lt;br /&gt;Then let me take a bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, mouth to mouth rescuecitation,&lt;br /&gt;Sending hearbeats, blocking perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;New York City, Big Apple's on fire tonight,&lt;br /&gt;So let me take a bite!&lt;br /&gt;New York City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho men, rich business men and everywhere strip girls&lt;br /&gt;They show the illusion of this stunning universe.&lt;br /&gt;Famous people just escaped from the hell of Hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in fancy bars, feeling so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;With papparrazzi on their tracks for a photo or interview.&lt;br /&gt;Money and actions gotten stuck somewhere on 5th Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;They are all fragments of this structure turned wild.&lt;br /&gt;In New York time is money&lt;br /&gt;And they all call me "honey"&lt;br /&gt;As if they knew me since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can be a star of this universe tonight.&lt;br /&gt;If this town is just an apple,&lt;br /&gt;Then let me take a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, mouth to mouth rescuecitation,&lt;br /&gt;Sending hearbeats, blocking perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;New York City, Big Apple's on fire tonight,&lt;br /&gt;So let me take a bite!&lt;br /&gt;New York City, N.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-5814442190213769828?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5814442190213769828/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=5814442190213769828' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5814442190213769828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/5814442190213769828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-york-city.html' title='New York City'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SKwhdGLylFI/AAAAAAAAABY/mLkfyRHK6XM/s72-c/New+York.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-6488803045930685750</id><published>2008-08-01T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:43:37.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMj2h_M9lvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yC8XzhHEmiQ/s1600-h/ssshhh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMj2h_M9lvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yC8XzhHEmiQ/s320/ssshhh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244712829834860274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that love comes from physical attraction,&lt;br /&gt;Others say it is in finding a lifetime soul-mate.&lt;br /&gt;But love is not love if it seems much to close to perfection,&lt;br /&gt;Nor if you wait for it to be given to you by fate.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's looking for that one secret of love:&lt;br /&gt;The secret of love is in not having secrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that love is believing in Jesus and in God,&lt;br /&gt;Others say it is in trying to live life to the max.&lt;br /&gt;But love is not love unless it is hurting inside,&lt;br /&gt;Love means both true friendship and good sex.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's looking for that one secret of love:&lt;br /&gt;The secret of love is in not having secrets at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-6488803045930685750?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6488803045930685750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=6488803045930685750' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6488803045930685750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6488803045930685750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-of-love.html' title='The Secret Of Love'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMj2h_M9lvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yC8XzhHEmiQ/s72-c/ssshhh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-9064504385229485551</id><published>2008-08-01T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:44:31.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste Away, Fade Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkIuAfWUMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jd318_62g_o/s1600-h/131770568_b1e2e2dcf4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkIuAfWUMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jd318_62g_o/s320/131770568_b1e2e2dcf4_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240229227920773314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let myself burnt out by weird deceitful passions,&lt;br /&gt;I've been seduced by moments of consuming pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;Oceans of darkness were broken by flaming flashes of light,&lt;br /&gt;While I was crying away every second of the sinful night.&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning, like a church bell, I listen to the silence,&lt;br /&gt;While the loneliness breaks out in thunders of exhausted violence.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I used to turn to you&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel ok.&lt;br /&gt;Now I turn to dust and you&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wind blow me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Waste away!...&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Waste away!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp teeth of loneliness bite me fom somewhere inside,&lt;br /&gt;If I could just put into words all these secrets I hide,&lt;br /&gt;Would they still resent me? Would I still hang to the bell?&lt;br /&gt;Would this voice in my head still call me back to hell?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lost among crystal glasses of champagne and caviar,&lt;br /&gt;While comets are blazing and burning across my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I used to turn to you&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel ok.&lt;br /&gt;Now I turn to dust and you&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wind blow me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Waste away!...&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Waste away!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, tie these rebel wings of mine to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Before they take me to the sky and slam me against the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I've been lost frozen somewhere along corridors of time,&lt;br /&gt;Sentenced to writing love songs with lyrics that never rime.&lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll be lonley as if I'm living in Cleopatra's tomb,&lt;br /&gt;And as if I got rejected by the tide and the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I used to turn to you&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel ok.&lt;br /&gt;Now I turn to the ocean and you&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sun burn me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Waste away!...&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Burn away!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-9064504385229485551?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/9064504385229485551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=9064504385229485551' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/9064504385229485551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/9064504385229485551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/08/waste-away-fade-away.html' title='Waste Away, Fade Away'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkIuAfWUMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jd318_62g_o/s72-c/131770568_b1e2e2dcf4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-1783833853429661053</id><published>2008-07-30T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:46:00.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Said I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUUOh7EW8I/AAAAAAAAADI/3hHw8qCG6fY/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUUOh7EW8I/AAAAAAAAADI/3hHw8qCG6fY/s320/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239115981372283842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never said "I love you", though you've felt it,&lt;br /&gt;You were afraid that maybe she wouldn't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;But others say it all the time, no matter what they feel.&lt;br /&gt;Some never loved before and others never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love and felt you touched the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dreamt of forever just by staring in her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;And in bed, next to your lover, have you tried to count the stars?&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt you kissed Eternity and held Heaven in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love and saw Time standing still?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt in your heart, the rush of her hearbeat?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tasted a skin that you almost felt like yours?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever breathed in, the air that she had breathed out before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1783833853429661053?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1783833853429661053/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=1783833853429661053' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1783833853429661053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1783833853429661053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-said-i-love-you.html' title='Never Said I Love You'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUUOh7EW8I/AAAAAAAAADI/3hHw8qCG6fY/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-6886544359845867638</id><published>2008-07-30T03:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:46:43.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Zeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLO2anFjGVI/AAAAAAAAACI/xPZ83wAHCQc/s1600-h/Angel_Holding_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLO2anFjGVI/AAAAAAAAACI/xPZ83wAHCQc/s320/Angel_Holding_Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238731359847127378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Priveşti pe fereastră, pasiv şi plictisit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;De-atâta adorare, aproape ai obosit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cu ţigara fumegând între degetele lungi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Încercând, fără rost, singurătatea s-o alungi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Divin de frumos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nici vesel, nici serios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tu nu arăţi nici bucurie, nici durere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nu-şi au loc în tine nici slăbiciune şi nici putere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eşti doar menit să rămâi etern adorat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Să joci rolul tău de fals Don Juan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sedus şi abandonat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tu pari doar făcut să rămâi frumos şi indiferent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ochii tăi privesc în gol, parcă prin mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Asculţi vocea mea şi doar zâmbeşti absent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dai senzaţia că pe tine, nimic niciodată nu te atinge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pierdut în fotoliu, cu capul dat pe spate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Încruntat, cu degetele subţiri crispate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Masezi arcadele-incordate, încercând să te minţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Că timpul nici nu trece dacă tu nu îl mai simţi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sălbatic de frumos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cu un zâmbet dureros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ce eşti tu? Acel perimat demon sau înger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aparent nepăsător la victorii şi înfrângeri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Consumat de furtuna care-ai fost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Prea obosit să mai respiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Când simţi că n-are rost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tu pari doar făcut să rămâi frumos şi indiferent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Ochii tăi privesc în gol, parcă prin mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Asculţi vocea mea şi doar zâmbeşti absent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Dai senzaţia că pe tine, nimic niciodată nu te atinge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nu, pe tine nimic niciodată nu te atinge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Te consumi încet, nimic nu te mai poate învinge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Închizi ochii primind resemnat iubirea lor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu - ca toţi ceilalţi - nu pot decât să te ador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Inuman de frumos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Avid de spectaculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am nevoie să te înţeleg ca să pot să te iubesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dar tu eşti singurul pe care nu pot să-l citesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vei rămâne tot singur, e firesc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mă vei pierde curând&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Te vei pierde şi tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;În tine nu mai ai nimic omenesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-6886544359845867638?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6886544359845867638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=6886544359845867638' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6886544359845867638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6886544359845867638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/semi-zeu.html' title='Semi-Zeu'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLO2anFjGVI/AAAAAAAAACI/xPZ83wAHCQc/s72-c/Angel_Holding_Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-1507790526627879833</id><published>2008-07-30T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:47:29.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDjloxwHAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sbTP4AKMm-0/s1600-h/nu+sterge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDjloxwHAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sbTP4AKMm-0/s320/nu+sterge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242440202000014338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We look for Eternity in places it does not belong,&lt;br /&gt;We search for God in churches so called "saint",&lt;br /&gt;We hope to find weak slaves in people who seem strong&lt;br /&gt;And write love letters that we'll never actually send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waste our lives dismaying, terrorizing, fighting for causes already achieved.&lt;br /&gt;We invent and discover things that have already been thought of and conceived.&lt;br /&gt;We work like damn machines just to turn lonely nights into busy days.&lt;br /&gt;Inert and empty, we sit around counting all the good moments away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sweep away all emotions and put masks to hide our anxieties,&lt;br /&gt;We are not ourselves any more, just wandering through weird societies.&lt;br /&gt;We are called by nicks and codes and we've come to forget our name,&lt;br /&gt;We are not feeling while living our lives and that is such a SHAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-1507790526627879833?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1507790526627879833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=1507790526627879833' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1507790526627879833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/1507790526627879833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/shame.html' title='Shame!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDjloxwHAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sbTP4AKMm-0/s72-c/nu+sterge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-8048449092732887198</id><published>2008-07-30T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:48:00.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDlsmWqXmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ooGYWqIqj-o/s1600-h/Cinderella+Prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDlsmWqXmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ooGYWqIqj-o/s320/Cinderella+Prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242442520631860834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for dreaming away&lt;br /&gt;When I softly kiss your ajar lips,&lt;br /&gt;I love you for every night and day,&lt;br /&gt;When you don't lock me out of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for forgetting your body&lt;br /&gt;In my arms from night till dawn,&lt;br /&gt;I love you for being that somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who never allows me to feel I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for keeping me on the line&lt;br /&gt;And for being so sweetly blind to see&lt;br /&gt;That I love you not for only being mine,&lt;br /&gt;But I love you for not being like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-8048449092732887198?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8048449092732887198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=8048449092732887198' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8048449092732887198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/8048449092732887198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMDlsmWqXmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ooGYWqIqj-o/s72-c/Cinderella+Prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2195600339278872545</id><published>2008-07-30T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:48:42.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought That Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUv8BOCzII/AAAAAAAAADQ/WsLA6pMW6xQ/s1600-h/Running-Bride.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUv8BOCzII/AAAAAAAAADQ/WsLA6pMW6xQ/s320/Running-Bride.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239146449681435778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love was such an easy game to play,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw it in the movies and read about it in novels,&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought it can just fade away&lt;br /&gt;And turn into nothing the lives of the two lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love was only made to last forever&lt;br /&gt;And make the lovers want to be together more and more,&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought they would stop needing each other&lt;br /&gt;When they drive away from what they had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love was only about glances and kisses&lt;br /&gt;And always being his devoted friend and tender lover,&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought one goes and the other one misses&lt;br /&gt;When the two of them are in love, but not with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love only takes time and understanding,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw it between the landlord and the girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it can be faked, nor pretending,&lt;br /&gt;But now I just don't think that any more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2195600339278872545?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2195600339278872545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2195600339278872545' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2195600339278872545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2195600339278872545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-thought-that-love.html' title='I Thought That Love'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLUv8BOCzII/AAAAAAAAADQ/WsLA6pMW6xQ/s72-c/Running-Bride.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-2510571220003093674</id><published>2008-07-30T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:49:24.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Don't Leave Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkK9_ZnNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yxxx8PoNWHU/s1600-h/Young_woman_and_broken_window-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkK9_ZnNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yxxx8PoNWHU/s320/Young_woman_and_broken_window-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240231701529441394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't leave me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you like a dying man needs a familiar face.&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Just don't desert me here in this lonely shattered space.&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't leave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gunning-down emotion and this weird sensation&lt;br /&gt;Were all he ever gave, but I never paid much attention.&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel I'm losing everything I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;And still I can't bring in mind the last words that he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel like a convinct in his very last lonely days.&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't kill me,&lt;br /&gt;I am innocent, I cannot bear this sentence to death.&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't leave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-consuming, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;unconcious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  and willingly blind,&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes not to see him walk away from me.&lt;br /&gt;And so damn uselessly I tried to bring in mind&lt;br /&gt;What I never understood, what I could never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't give me up,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I will go down if I remain alone.&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't let me down,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I cannot bear your absence while he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Love, don't leave me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-2510571220003093674?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2510571220003093674/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=2510571220003093674' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2510571220003093674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/2510571220003093674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-dont-leave-me.html' title='Love, Don&apos;t Leave Me'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SLkK9_ZnNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yxxx8PoNWHU/s72-c/Young_woman_and_broken_window-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569832400011947.post-6414386140404523460</id><published>2008-07-30T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:50:10.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Să nu fiu om</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMTHs00easI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FdDylE6QnZI/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMTHs00easI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FdDylE6QnZI/s320/pray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243535439073012418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O clipă, Doamne, nu Îţi cer zile, luni sau ani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să nu am nici putere, nici vise şi nici bani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să nu cunosc durerea, să nu ştiu fericirea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să nu simt ura, Doamne, să nu-mi doresc iubirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să fiu doar moleculă, neînsemnat atom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să fiu, Doamne, orice, numai să nu fiu om.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Azi firea mă desparte de tot ce vreau să fiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Şi nu m-ajută la nimic toate câte ştiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Toate câte o viaţă-ntreagă am învăţat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sunt goluri în care doar iluzii am băgat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ce simt acum? Mă abţin să nu spun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vreau doar să râd la ploaie ca un biet nebun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să uit tot ce-am făcut şi tot ce-am zis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să urmăresc din nou acelaşi simplu vis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dar sunt gânduri multe, raţiuni dedesubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Concepţii ce o viaţă-ntreagă am urât.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Şi oricât ar fi de durereoase şi de grele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Acuma, Doamne, sunt toate ale mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să fiu, Doamne, orice, numai să nu fiu om!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să fiu doar moleculă, neînsemnat atom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să nu simt ura, Doamne, să nu-mi doresc iubirea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să nu cunosc durerea, să nu ştiu fericirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Să nu vreau nici putere, nici vise şi nici bani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;O clipă, Doamne, nu Îţi cer zile, luni sau ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42569832400011947-6414386140404523460?l=lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6414386140404523460/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42569832400011947&amp;postID=6414386140404523460' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6414386140404523460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42569832400011947/posts/default/6414386140404523460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsofaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-nu-fiu-om.html' title='Să nu fiu om'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00249646624080615932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SfdYOcEa5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ehDVeeeELQc/S220/Patru+luni+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYH4_tpCDEM/SMTHs00easI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FdDylE6QnZI/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
