Musicelle

Not a single tear will be poured Not here Not for this It's not so bad Not a big deal I won't cry for this I will not let myself cry Why do I even care It doesn't matter, why to bother I won't show my weakness because they're not worth to see it They'll never see me cry Maybe later alone in the dark But not here because I won't show a single tear

All the real girls know what beautiful means It's not about the looks it's about the heart All the real girls dare to be themselves Because they wouldn't be better as someone else All the real girls see The beauty of the world Every birdsong glads them Every flower matters All the real girls are lovely and nice They give their smile to those who have lost their own All the real girls help wherever they can No friend of stranger will be left helpless All the real girls choose to do what is right instead of doing what is easy But where have the real girls gone? They grew up and raised their daughters to bitches

Time can fix a broken heart but time can also break a waiting heart Time forgets my mistakes but it forgets my hard work too Time goes by no matter what we do The sunny summers are now just foggy memories Time has taken my best days my misery my delights my pain And left me nothing But it teaches me how short is life and how much I should appreciate every second it gives me And it tells me to forget my past and forget my future Because I can't change the past but I can ruin the present by worrying about the future

Mystery we'll never solve I could watch it forever It's beautiful, isn't it Its secretivity The way it plays Every flame draws me in It's full of power and passion It puts everything in a better light It makes me glow like the brightest star in the sky It completes me It's a part of me And I'm a part of it But I still don't know its secrets And that's probably why I love it so much Mystery we'll never solve

And again I'm crying sometimes it feels like the whole world is against me Everything is full of hate and pain Sometimes something slight can make me waste my tears a nasty word or an evil look a good word is never remembered but a bad word is for years and I gan remember forever I ache day by day There's a winter evening sky behind the window the most beautiful dark blue deep and clear hiding the evening misery It's time to wipe my tears

I'm walking down a crowded street Where every one's lives are symbolized By the balloons, they're holding Some balloons are yellow, some are red Some are blue Some are held high up in the air like filled with helium Few drabble on the ground Some are small and colorful Others are so huge, they're about to burst Some are inseparably intertwined with someone else's And my balloon Beautiful but sad Deep blue And I'm sick of these people I don't want to be here I don't want to be anywhere anymore A tear flows down my cheek My heart hammers My misty eyes can't see They don't notice that the bend of the balloon is flabby And le

As soon as I stepped out I noticed It was raining cats and dogs People were rushing in every direction Everybody ran to find a shelter But when I Was about to run too I felt the cool raindrops Lovingly stroking my face And I understood The rain was lovely There was nothing To hate about it Nothing To run from I never noticed that before Because I thought I already knew But I didn't I never gave a second look And now On second thoughts I can remember so much I never looked twice Maybe That guy in a summercamp Handsome But unwise Deserved another look Now I'll never know But I will change I'll break free I don'