Is This Real Life Or Is This Just Fantasy Lyrics Mga Nobela at Kwento

I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero Oh, oh, oh I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero." I just walk along side, my eyes on the floor as I tune my ears in to the words, the lyrics which are so pertinent to her life.. Her failed relationships.

I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing Its like stopping me from breathing Where is romance? I'm still searching What if its not real? Or what if I don't feel it? What if I don't experience it? No, I must, I should, I will.

I finally made it to the highway and called a taxi. *We are rhythmical elements. The songs we know by heart are a source of independence. They are also tools of betrayal and fantasy, hooks and ladders for traps and escape* I remembered the words all of a sudden when Blake showed me moves with dancing. I felt amazed that night, not by just how we danced, but by how close I felt to someone. The fantasy in the music and in him and not just the traps and escape. I need an escape now. I need to get out of this trap.

He loves her and I know he wasn’t lying, I have seen him drink those rums in his room for the past few days since Lydia went missing and he had constantly played that song that Lydia normally plays when she is down, “on my own,” My tears drop when I remember the part, “…all I see is me and him forever and forever and I know it’s all in my mind, that I am talking to myself and not to him, and although I know that he is blind. Still, I say, there is a way for us, I love him…” The more the Lyrics play in my head, the more tears fall in my eyes but I don’t think this is all about Callaghan and Lydia, I think the lyrics are talking about Brake and me. In a way.

My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity. Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself. Burn Burn Oh such lovely flames Orange and red, screams and wails. Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy. But who says their not crazy?

Instead, she was being hurried off to a meeting at a place that gave her the heebie-jeebies with a group of people she was pretty sure might be certifiably insane. “It’s okay,” Lyric shrugged. “I don’t mind just listening to the music. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” One of Ru’s favorite songs, “Revelations” by Audioslave, was playing, and she hadn’t even noticed. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, forcing a smile. “You know, listening to the lyrics of this song, it’s kinda fitting,” Lyric half laughed. “Especially the part about knowing what he’s dreaming and holding the keys and the rules. I guess I never thought about that before.”

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

I'll hold the door, please come in And just sit here for a while This is my way of telling you I need you in my life It's so cold without your touch I've been dreaming way too much Can we just turn this into reality? 'Cause I've been thinking' bout you lately Maybe, you could save me from this Crazy world we live in And I know we could happen 'Cause you know that I've been feeling you Xania couldn't help but stay in her place to watch that man sing in front of her. She didn't know that the badboy prince can actually sing.

World, I want to leave you better I want my life to matter But I am afraid I have no purpose here I watch the news on TV, Abandoned myself early I am afraid to let you see the real me.. I closed my eyes at that last line. It totally related to me. I leaned onto the shelf behind me when I felt my legs wobble. You're not alone in all this, You're not alone I promise And then together we can do anything... Someone was singing along with me.

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream. My knees shake as I stand up from the couch. Oh no, this is not right. I look around me. What the fuck is going on? I start to run but I don’t see the door. Oh man, where is the fuckin’ door? I can’t find the exit. The music continues to play and it’s not funny. This old tuned song scares the hell out of me and makes me panic. ’I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day.’