Writings On The Wall Lyrics 소설 & 이야기

It wasn’t a recorded track. “Whadda?” murmured Sean, frowning deeper, but Tom signaled him to keep quiet, paying attention when Jim started singing. "I took your pictures off the wall I’m laying down these at my feet And I lit the air on fire ‘Cause I could barely breathe." Sean and Tom lingered near the first steps to the stairs, heads a little down and nodding to the beat as they listened. "I’ve got all this time just to waste away And I’ve got all this time just to stay away."

🎶 🎶Well, I guess that was true🎶 🎶Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods🎶 🎶On an old Mustang, where we sang🎶 🎶Songs with all our childhood friends🎶 🎶And it went like this, say🎶 🎶Oops, I got 99 problems singing bye, bye, bye🎶 🎶Hold up, if you wanna go and take a ride with me🎶 🎶Better hit me, baby, one more time, uh🎶 🎶Paint a picture for you and me🎶 🎶On the days when we were young, uh🎶 🎶Singing at the top of both our lungs🎶

I own this. The words on her wall. Not in a notebook. On her wall. Permanent. Messy. Tough. Linda sent a photo from office: her hand holding Mum’s chipped mug against her office window, Enugu skyline behind it. Caption: _Day 9. Mum wrote on her kitchen wall too. ‘We are here.’ Paint covered it later. But the wall remembered. Your wall will remember, Elma. I’m watching it from office._ Elma stepped back. Looked at the words. Her chest was tight. Not from fear. From claiming.

And on the wall, written in what looked too much like blood— “She bleeds the key.” ---

Names carved into glass. Eli walked up behind him. Pressed a kiss to his temple. “You okay?” Jayce: “No. But I’m here.” Eli: “That’s enough.” They stood in front of the wall. Jayce traced the names. KEON. RICO. MAMA INEZ. THE BOY FROM THE MARKET. Underneath, someone had spray-painted in red: “We loved. We bled. We built.” Jayce whispered, “And we burned.”

It was truly the most wretched thing in all of existence. The rock walls along the path were covered in scratched, desperate writing. Almost all of it was in common script, and the messages were all the same. "Save me!" "I don't want to die!" "There are dead souls here!" "I want to live!" The deeper the carvings went, the more frantic and jagged the strokes became, until the words gave way entirely to bloody claw marks gouged so deep they bit into the heart of the stone. They were the last testament of people who had known, in their final moments, a terror beyond anything words could hold.

Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight You think it's easy You think I don't wanna run to you 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

The lyrics go like this, I’m lighting I’m thunder I’ll bury you underground, Underground Look at me Attack me I’ll put you on your knees cause I’m ready now I’m ready now Ah ya I’m gonna break you, break you down. Ah ya, it’s all or nothing, nothing now. You going up against the greatest and it’s gonna get messy If you wanna try to test me You’re going up against the greatest take a swing, you’re gonna miss me. Yeah, it’s going down in history.

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide I know you want me So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards... What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight I woke up feeling a little off while trying to open my eyes. There is a sheet that covers half of my body since the place is cold—making me shiver a little until I finally got the chance to open my eyes and wanders it around to check if where I am.

"You just did not know it. You just could not see it. You just could not feel it. The walls were too high. The fear was too loud. The pain was too deep. The shadows were too dark. The grief was too heavy. The silence was too long. The loneliness was too vast. The wounds were too fresh. The scars were too tender. The memories were too sharp. The losses were too many. But the walls are down now. The fear is quiet. The pain is healing. The shadows are gone. The grief is lifting. The silence is broken. The loneliness is filled. The wounds are closing. The scars are fading. The memories are softening. The losses are becoming gifts. You are home. You have always been home. You were just too afraid