Grenade
Dee



I adore Bruno Mars and when he dishes out songs like these who won't?!

Call me morbid and everything but another song that speaks volumes! LOVE

Grenade- Bruno Mars

Easy come, easy go
That's just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss,
Had your eyes wide open -
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby ;
But you won't do the same

No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That's just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car
Gave you all I had

And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’ d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you're a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby...
But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same.
No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no
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Home is Where the Heart Is
Dee
How does a person have their whole world and then turn back to nothingness? I don't understand why I feel so affected by the departure of a dear friend but I just am. I used to look forward to the weekends so much I didn't know how much till they were taken away. The prospect of sleeping on a cold hard floor enamoured me so much that I didn't mind walking miles with bags laden on my tired shoulders in the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun. I left behind a luxurious room and house filled with goodies, a television at my disposal, an attached bathroom, a huge bed and space enough to accommodate five. I left all that for something less in material wealth and space but yet gained more. I left that all for a place I called home more sincerely than I ever have since I stepped foot on this foreign land. I went home to a single person who was more distant in blood to me than the next person but who was closer to my heart than most would care to understand.

The saying "home is where the heart is" took a whole new meaning in my eyes. For the first time, I actually understood the depth of what it meant. It didn't matter to me that after exhausting nights of studying, I came home to a floor and instead of having a fully stocked larder, I had a tiny cupboard to rifle through. I came home to more, I came home to a tiny person who cared and loved me as much as I did her. I came home to someone I regarded as family.

We didn't do or say much. But the simple things that we did held more definition to me than most memories I hold. Simple things like making coffee for each other. her crazy hair coming out from the covers to shut her alarm that would annoy the hell out of me as it rang every five minutes, her legs propped against the wall like pillars, the insane amount of time she would use to do her hair or even the simple things like how she would grin her heart out when she did something she knew would annoy me were things that meant so little at the time but now seem so paramount in effect. What I wouldn't give to have at least one of those moments back.

It doesn't matter that others don't understand how much of a loss her absence in presence is to me. I never expected them to. But I hope she does. I hope she knows how much I miss her and how I think of her every day and every night. I hope she realizes that she didn't merely provide me with a place to stay in my time of need, she provided me with a family when I felt alone. She gave me a place to belong to when I felt lost, and I don't mean a place where I could rest my head, I mean a place where my heart felt at peace. She will always have my heart wherever she is though I truly wish she was here with me....



I miss you Nisha and I always will.....
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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Grenade

Sunday, December 12, 2010 Posted by Dee



I adore Bruno Mars and when he dishes out songs like these who won't?!

Call me morbid and everything but another song that speaks volumes! LOVE

Grenade- Bruno Mars

Easy come, easy go
That's just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss,
Had your eyes wide open -
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby ;
But you won't do the same

No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That's just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car
Gave you all I had

And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’ d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you're a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby...
But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same.
No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no
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Saturday, December 11, 2010

Home is Where the Heart Is

Saturday, December 11, 2010 Posted by Dee
How does a person have their whole world and then turn back to nothingness? I don't understand why I feel so affected by the departure of a dear friend but I just am. I used to look forward to the weekends so much I didn't know how much till they were taken away. The prospect of sleeping on a cold hard floor enamoured me so much that I didn't mind walking miles with bags laden on my tired shoulders in the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun. I left behind a luxurious room and house filled with goodies, a television at my disposal, an attached bathroom, a huge bed and space enough to accommodate five. I left all that for something less in material wealth and space but yet gained more. I left that all for a place I called home more sincerely than I ever have since I stepped foot on this foreign land. I went home to a single person who was more distant in blood to me than the next person but who was closer to my heart than most would care to understand.

The saying "home is where the heart is" took a whole new meaning in my eyes. For the first time, I actually understood the depth of what it meant. It didn't matter to me that after exhausting nights of studying, I came home to a floor and instead of having a fully stocked larder, I had a tiny cupboard to rifle through. I came home to more, I came home to a tiny person who cared and loved me as much as I did her. I came home to someone I regarded as family.

We didn't do or say much. But the simple things that we did held more definition to me than most memories I hold. Simple things like making coffee for each other. her crazy hair coming out from the covers to shut her alarm that would annoy the hell out of me as it rang every five minutes, her legs propped against the wall like pillars, the insane amount of time she would use to do her hair or even the simple things like how she would grin her heart out when she did something she knew would annoy me were things that meant so little at the time but now seem so paramount in effect. What I wouldn't give to have at least one of those moments back.

It doesn't matter that others don't understand how much of a loss her absence in presence is to me. I never expected them to. But I hope she does. I hope she knows how much I miss her and how I think of her every day and every night. I hope she realizes that she didn't merely provide me with a place to stay in my time of need, she provided me with a family when I felt alone. She gave me a place to belong to when I felt lost, and I don't mean a place where I could rest my head, I mean a place where my heart felt at peace. She will always have my heart wherever she is though I truly wish she was here with me....



I miss you Nisha and I always will.....
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