I Can Do Bad All By Myself

Luke 12:48

From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked

Ed Sheeran ~ The A Team

White lips, pale face... Breathing in snowflakes... Burnt lungs, sour taste... Light's gone, day's end... Struggling to pay rent... Long nights, strange men... And they say... She's in the Class A Team... Stuck in her daydream... Been this way since 18... But lately her face seems... Slowly sinking, wasting... Crumbling like pastries... And they scream... The worst things in life come free to us... Cos we're just under the upperhand... And go mad for a couple of grams... And she don't want to go outside tonight... And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland... Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside... For angels to fly... Angels to fly... Ripped gloves, raincoat... Tried to swim and stay afloat... Dry house, wet clothes... Loose change, bank notes... Weary-eyed, dry throat... Call girl, no phone... And they say... She's in the Class A Team ...Stuck in her daydream... Been this way since 18... But lately her face seems... Slowly sinking, wasting... Crumbling like pastries... And they scream... The worst things in life come free to us... Cos we're just under the upperhand... And go mad for a couple of grams... But she don't want to go outside tonight... And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland... Or sells love to another man... It's too cold outside... For angels to fly... An angel will die... Covered in white... Closed eye... And hoping for a better life... This time, we'll fade out tonight... Straight down the line... And they say... She's in the Class A Team... Stuck in her daydream... Been this way since 18... But lately her face seems... Slowly sinking, wasting... Crumbling like pastries... They scream... The worst things in life come free to us... And we're all under the upperhand... Go mad for a couple of grams... And we don't want to go outside tonight... And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland... Or sell love to another man... It's too cold outside... For angels to fly... Angels to fly... To fly, fly... Angels to fly, to fly, to fly Angels to die...

The Power of Words

Love & Strength

Ambition

‎"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great"
Mark Twain

The Ice Is Getting Thinner ~ Death Cab For Cutie

We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.

We bury our love in the wintery grave
A lump in the snow was all that remained.
But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.

And when spring arrived
We were taken by surprise when the floes under our feet bled into the sea
And nothing was left for you and me.

We're not the same, dear,
And it seems to me
There's nowhere we can go
With nothing underneath.
And it saddens me to say
But we both know, well, it's true
That the ice was getting thinner
Under me and you.
The ice was getting thinner
Under me and you.