The Man That Can't Be Moved Lyrics Novels & Stories

*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken *Astrid S- Years *NF- Paralyzed *~*~*~* No. No, no, no, no, no. Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place. "What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.

But there are mountains (But there are mountains) And there are doors that we can't walk through I know you're wondering why Because we're able to be just you and me within these walls But when we go outside You're gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all She circles around me as she sings the high note. There is the proof that we can work. We made something entirely different right now. That no one can break , not even us. No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you'll be mine?

YOU THINK ITS EASY YOU THINK I DON’T WANT TO RUN TO YOU BUT THERE ARE MOUNTAINS AND THERE ARE DOORS THAT WE CAN’T WALK THROUGH I KNOW YOU ARE WONDERING WHY? BECAUSE WE’RE ABLE TO BE JUST YOU AND ME WITHIN THESE WALLS BUT WHEN WE GO OUTSIDE YOU’RE GONNA WAKE UP AND SEE THAT IT WAS HOPELESS AFTER ALL NO ONE CAN REWRITE THE STARS HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU’LL BE MINE?

Sabrynaah Pope- Someone for you. My body moulded perfectly into his, he moved with the kind of ease no white man should possess but he did, and I felt a smile spread on my face as our bodies moved in perfect synchronisation and he dipped me dramatically and I wrapped my leg around his waist. Not too high, just enough for it to appear "classy", as I've been instructed. I got lost in the beat of the music and the deep longing look in his hazel eyes as the words met my ears and the lyrics somehow affected me. There's got to be someone for you, there's got to be someone who loves you.

------- Father and Son by Cat Stevens -------- It's not time to make a change Just relax, take it easy You're still young, that's your fault There's so much you have to know Find a girl, settle down If you want you can marry Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy Stan removed his gaze from his son as the tune started to came out on the hallways of the hospital. There were a few people on the other side of the hallway across the staircase as Stan looked over there. Justin also decided to sit down with his father, only two seats away and stared at his feet as the singer continued to sing his masterpiece.

Just enough to create resistance. “Move,” the man snaps again, pushing me harder. I don’t. Not fully. I let my feet drag again. A mistake. His grip tightens painfully, fingers digging into my arm. “I said move.” “I… I can’t,” I whisper, letting my voice shake. “Please… I’m trying…” For a second, it almost works. Almost. “Enough.” The voice cuts through the space. Calm. Cold. Him. The man from the room. Everything stills. Even the men around me straighten slightly. Respect. Authority.

Pal bhar na doori sahein aap se Betaabiyan yeh kuch aur hain Hum door hoke bhi paas hain Nazdeekiyan yeh kuch aur hain Dekha hazaro dafaa aapko Phir beqarari kaisi hai Sambhale sambhalta nahi ye dil Kuch pyar mein baat aisi hai I moved my steps with the song flaring my gown with my other hand.

I couldn’t move. What just happened?

The only part of his body that he can move is his eyes. "Scary, isn't it? Not being able to move your body. You can think clearly, but you can't command even a single muscle. I'll tell it's pretty eerie for some people. It's like being locked inside your own mind. It's like being possessed by a demon, isn't it? You're lucid, but you can't move on your own."

Cold. The man keeps talking, but his words slide past me in a meaningless hum, like wind through broken glass. Hands steady me. Lift me. I don’t resist. I don’t have the energy.