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He ich bin die Künstlerin,ich liebe Kunst,malen,fotografieren,und alles was dazu gehört. und musik gehört auch zu kunst finde ich...

musik ist eine kunst! sie hat die fähigkeit
uns zum lachen zu bringen,
uns weinen zu lassen,
uns geborgen fühlen zu lassen,
uns mit anderen menschen zu verbinden
und und und...

weinen,lachen,wut,freude,usw das sind alles gefühle und die musik hilft uns unsere gefühle rauszulassen...

wie wärs mal, wenn wir hier alle einen Song erzeugen? egal was uns einfällt, egal welche begriffe,sätze ihr benutzen wollt. einfach was zu euch und eurer persönlichkeit dazugehört... ein song der unsere lebensstory nacherzählt...

schreibt doch alle mal was euch so einfällt,lasst eure fantasie freien lauf...und vorallem: LASST EURE GEFÜHLE RAUS !!!






hoffentlich macht jemand mal mit

nun ich fang mal an...
das betrifft mich und meinen vater...

oh daddy, don´t you understand???
you think its a match
you called me a loser
suddenly you say to me
game over!
and then i realized, that my life is over
seconds,minutes,hours and days
i`m waiting at you with a broken heart
you see my face, its like a wall
i built this wall to protect myself
and you don´t know how i feel, you never asked me how i feel
our war has startet
but only you have the gun
daddy,don´t you understand ? you shut me every day!
please please! accept me how i am
oh daddy don´t you understand the damage you have done...
you are still fightnig against me
but don´t you see that you killed me?
why are you doing all this mistakes???
daddy don´t you understand the damage you have done?


mmmhh heul

heeey wo bleibt eure fantasie??? schreibt mal auch was!!

nun ich schreib mal ein paar worte weiter...

dreams never became true
but i never stopped to hope like a foul...
i hear thousend voices in me screaming: please! stop hurt me...
every day i asked myself
does my life make any sense??
days and nights without any smile on my face
the mirrow,my only one that shows me the true situation of my life,
it hurts me to see these crying girl in front of me
but only in this moments i realized what the bulimie have done at me
in my dreams,i see only beautiful worlds
suddenly i wake up and return to the real world...
and for me this world is still the same awful world
nobody understand me
nobody hear me
nobody see me
do i really exist? or am i only a fantasy?
i want to go out, where is you my lovely beautiful world?
i need the key to open this door,
i haven´t this key!
so please ...you...do it for me!

you have stolen my young years
you have stolen my life
you have stolen my hopes
you have stolen my heart
you have stolen my soul
you ...bulimie...you have destroyed my life
what will be the next thing that you stole ??

you play with my life, you throw it away...
you are my only one desaster...
where are the people? are they blind ??
why does anybody take us away from this ugly situation?
today i can say that i´ve lost my way
the way to becomes normally...
the way that brings me there
where i can start a new life that make some sense...
is there somenone that shows me this way ????