Gangsta Ballerina: Vie de Voyou Pour Toujours ~Sovth Hammer ~ Primaessa Mercy Stroemann ~ Joan Tara Lea Aufsdrich ~ Ruth Emma Cleveland-Caldwell ~ Sarahby Utah ~ Angelskya Jovonovich
I want somebody to share Share the rest of my life Share my innermost thoughts Know my intimate details Someone who’ll stand by my side And give me support And in return She’ll get my support She will listen to me When I want to speak About the world we live in And life in general Though my views may be wrong They may even be perverted She will hear me out And won’t easily be converted To my way of thinking In fact she’ll often disagree But at the end of it all She will understand me
I want somebody who cares For me passionately With every thought and with every breath Someone who’ll help me see things In a different light All the things I detest I will almost like I don’t want to be tied To anyone’s strings I’m carefully trying to steer clear Of those things But when I’m asleep I want somebody Who will put their arms around me And kiss me tenderly Though things like this Make me sick In a case like this I’ll get away with it
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists, bored with life Didn’t succeed, thank the Lord For small mercies
Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again Sixteen candles burn in her mind She takes the blame, it’s always the same She goes down on her knees and prays
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughing
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughing
Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything Found new life in Jesus Christ Hit by a car, ended up On a life support machine
Summer’s day as she passed away Birds were singing in the summer sky Then came the rain and once again A tear fell from her mother’s eye
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughing I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughing I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughing I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughing I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughin
Somebody told me you were leaving, I didn’t know Somebody told me you’re unhappy, but it doesn’t show Somebody told me that you don’t want me no more, no So you’re walkin’ out the door Nobody told me you’ve been crying every night Nobody told me you were dying But didn’t want to fight Nobody told me that you fell out of love for me So I’m setting you free
Let me be the one to break it up So you won’t have to make excuses We don’t need to find a set up where Someone wins and someone loses We just have to say our love was true But has now become a lie So I’m tellin’ you, I love you one last time And goodbye
Somebody told me you still love me, I don’t know why Nobody told me that you only, needed time to fly Somebody told me that you want to come back When our love is real again
Let me be the one to break it up So you won’t have to make excuses We don’t need to find a set up where Someone wins and someone loses We just have to say our love was true But has now become a lie So I’m tellin’ you, I love you one last time And goodbye
Just turn around and walk away We don’t have to live like this, no, no But if you love me still then stay Don’t keep me waiting for that final kiss We could work together through this test Or we could work through it apart I just need to get this off my chest That you will always have my heart Let me be the one
Let me be the one to break it up So you won’t have to make excuses We don’t need to find a set up where Someone wins and someone loses We just have to say our love was true But has now become a lie So I’m tellin’ you, I love you one last time And goodbye