Wednesday, December 2, 2009

My State of My Mind..


Breathe..


2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,


"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,


I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"


Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes


Like they have any right at all to criticize,


Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason






'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable


And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table


No one can find the rewind button, girl.


So cradle your head in your hands


And breathe... just breathe,


Oh breathe, just breathe






May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss


"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,


"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."


Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,


But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,


Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.






Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,


And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.


No one can find the rewind button, boys,


So cradle your head in your hands,


And breathe... just breathe,


Oh breathe, just breathe






There's a light at each end of this tunnel,


You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out


And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again


If you only try turning around.






2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song


If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,


Threatening the life it belongs to


And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd


Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud


And I know that you'll use them, however you want to






But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,


And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table


No one can find the rewind button now


Sing it if you understand.


and breathe, just breathe


woah breathe, just breathe,


Oh breathe, just breathe,


Oh breathe, just breathe.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Mirror Image




"When life brings you at crossraods.. When you try and not choose.. when everythin tugs at you in different directions.. "

This is how my mind reads at the moment.. When I am so blinded about future by the Fog rather the Smog of thoughts, ideas n too much chatter that I'd want some light (in abundance) thrown in..

I hate bein made to choose.. I hate bein made to favour.. Its just too much to give.. I am not ready yet.. Or maybe I have already chosen n playin my cards tight (I wish they were Right)..

Life is a pace ahead n I am tryin to catch hold of it.. I shall fill the gap soon.. Or so I pray..

Monday, November 30, 2009

And my first..

After the constant delibration I am writing my first piece fellas!

There has been a constant push from the already initiated to get me hooked too.. But something held me back..

But today mornin while havin my cuppa.. I was like What the heck! Lemme just open up the dirty window in a very Natasha Beddingfield way!

So now I'd be spilling kidney beans n more..


Watch This Sp@Ce!