Lirik Weak Novels & Stories

“You’re weak. You’ve always been weak.” Weak. The word pounded in my skull, but Adrian’s voice rose above it, the memory of his laughter, his whispered promises, his soft hand in mine. That wasn't a weakness. That was my strength. I spat the blood onto the ground and forced myself upright again. “Then why,” I rasped, “am I still standing?”

Like Carol said, it's okay to be weak. ******

Only what heaven thought of him matters. Since he wasn't called weak by heaven then no one has the right to make him feel weak. Because he wasn't weak! He kept replaying the song till he was finally able to fall asleep... [ A/N: When next you feel not enough, remember to listen to, You say by Lauren Daigle. Kay? ]

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

I your subconscious Do you still feel weak Even with me? Death would knock you down I will hold you stiff Strong is my will Strong be your will within Culturing storm Many dwell in pain You are a different living You be different in your living Believe you Believe me Death won’t carry you Away Ever from me Ever ever from me Be strong within Be strong within I know you care for life You dream But remember life isn’t safe Only if you disbelieve Your own strength within With a strong self Nothing will fail you Nothing will fail me

I couldn’t be weak. The weak didn’t survive. The weak got things they cared about taken from them. I cant be weak, I refuse to be weak, the weak get things taken away from them. I am not weak. You really tink you deserve peace Do you think you can protect I’m like this Hell just end up like liora No.. You'll kill him too “SHUT UP!” I roared, but the water swallowed my voice whole. I heard a crack somewhere in my mind, the sound of glass smashing into a million pieces in a void, but I ignored it

Or is that just me? Out of breath, I know I’m getting weaker, but I must keep pushing myself on. I can’t give up. Rays of the sun appear via a clearing a few yards away. The spirits are guiding me to a safe place, and I race towards it. I feel relief at the edge of the clearing, like I made it. Ha, the loser is the only one to survive this ordeal. However, the spirits quickly remind me I’m still a loser. I trip over a large log that anyone would have seen if I paid attention instead of gloating in my head.

The eyes whom I kiss without any reason Why did my love left incomplete? My love, if you are the reason I breathe. Say me, how can I live without you? My love, if you are the reason I breathe. Say me, how can I live without you? Regina asked, "Cristill, what are you doing?" What the hell is Regina doing here now? I wonder why God hates me that much? Now that I was writing a song for my Unknown Hero in such a peaceful atmosphere, this girl has to come.

' as love was only for the weak. Am I weak?

She kept going, her voice getting that rhythm old people got when they were about to lecture you. "En styrkur þinn er veikleiki. Eins og kona sem grátur blóð en neitar að þurka augun. Eins og barn sem öskrar í myrkri en neitar að kveikja ljós. Þú gengur með dauða barnið þitt og kallar það líf." But your strength is weakness. Like the woman who cries blood but refuses to wipe her eyes. Like the child who screams in darkness but refuses to light a candle. You walk with your dead child and call it life.