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Babe, I'm not that bad

She says I’m a bad boyfriend,
‘Cause I didn’t buy the candy that day,
A stranger gave me that judging look,
Like love had some sugar to weigh.
But she’s the one who hides the sweets,
And tells me “we’ll thank it later,”
Then laughs and says between her bites,
“Maybe you’re not that bad, traitor.”

I’m a bad boyfriend, yeah, that’s what she says,
When I tuck her in and steal her stress,
When I burn the toast but clean the mess,
I’m a bad boyfriend, I confess.
But if bad means care and a heart that bends,
Then I’ll be the worst ‘til the story ends.

She rolls her eyes, I bring her tea,
She says “you’re trying way too hard,”
But smiles when I pull her close to me,
Like I’ve mastered the sweetest art.
She says “you never listen, boy,”
While wearing my favorite shirt,
Then softly laughs and shakes her head,
“Still bad… but it doesn’t hurt.”

I’m a bad boyfriend, yeah, that’s what she says,
When I drive for miles to see her face,
When I clean the mess without a trace
I’m a bad boyfriend in her grace.
If bad means love that never pretends,
Then I’ll be the worst ‘til forever ends.

No candy bag, no flowers today,
Just her in my arms, and that’s okay,
She says “you know, you’re kind of sweet,”
And I say, “don’t tell the stranger on the street.”
I’m a bad boyfriend, that’s my role,
But somehow she made it my favorite goal,
If this is bad, then let it be,
‘Cause bad never felt so right to me.

Maybe I’m not that bad…
Maybe bad’s just love with a laugh. 

Bad Boyfriend

Remembrance of those mornings going slow,
Of laughter spilling through the glow,
Of plates and coffee, quiet grace,
And knowing love had found its place.

I used to see it just before
The light would sneak beneath the door,
A home that breathed, a heart that stayed,
A life not built but gently made.

I’d wake and watch it fade away,
Like smoke that never learned to stay,
But now the walls, the air, the floor,
All whisper, “you don’t dream no more.”

I had a dream last night,
But I was wide awake,
You were there, and the world felt right,
Every breath we’d ever take
Led to this, a home, a name,
Not built of hope but burning flame,
I had a dream last night 
And it was life, it was you.

The table’s set, the light is low,
Your shadow sways, it feels like home,
No need to chase what I can feel,
You’re proof that something lost can heal.

We talk of plans, of where we’ll go,
Of gardens waiting still to grow,
And every word becomes a vow,
I used to dream, I’m living now.
The clock ticks soft, the night feels near,
But every second hums sincere,
For every wish I’d ever made,
Woke up and learned your name.

I had a dream last night,
But I was wide awake,
You were there, and the world felt right,
Every breath we’d ever take
Led to this, a home, a name,
Not built of hope but burning flame,
I had a dream last night 
And it was life, it was you.
All those lonely echoes fade,
Every tear I’ve ever paid,
Led me home to what is true 
The dream I dreamed was you.

I had a dream last night,
And I could finally stay,
Not running, not wishing, just finding my way.
The walls are warm, the light is new,
I’m home at last with you.
No dream could match, no dawn outshine,
This life that’s yours and mine,
I had a dream last night…
But it’s this life with you in time.
So if I wake, don’t let me go,
‘Cause I’ve been sleeping for so long,
And now I’m home… I’m finally home.

At Last

You can knead slow, some stir fast,
Some will mix the dough so slow
Some will hit them to make them glow
Some light the flame, some make it last,
Some walk the rain, some ride the sun,
But somehow we all get it done.

I’ve seen hands that shake, hands that heal,
Hearts that doubt what they can feel,
We burn, we learn, we lose, we find,
Different roads but the same design.

It’s not the steps, it’s where they lead,
It’s not the way, it’s what we need,
And every scar, and every turn,
Is just another way to learn.

We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite is something true,
A taste of me, a trace of you.
And though our fires never burn the same,
The warmth they give still knows our name,
We take our time, we spill, we stray,
But we all make bread our own way.

Some sing loud while the pot still boils,
Some stay quiet through the toils,
Some build peace from broken strings,
And call it life the song it brings.

The dough will rise when it’s ready to,
No clock can rush what’s meant for you,
And every hand that’s tried and failed,
Has left a story on the trail.

It’s not the steps, it’s where they lead,
It’s not the way, it’s what we need,
And every wrong that turned out right,
Was just the path beneath the light.

We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite is something true,
A taste of me, a trace of you.
And though our fires never burn the same,
The warmth they give still knows our name,
We take our time, we spill, we stray,
But we all make bread our own way.

So here’s to the cracks, the spills, the slow,
To all the ways we rise and grow,
No map to read, no rules to keep,
Just faith that wakes when dreams fall asleep.

We all cook the bagels in our own heat,
Some too soft, some incomplete,
But every bite still feels like home,
A journey baked from flesh and bone.
And though our ways will drift and stray,
We’re all still rising day by day,
Different fires, the same bouquet,
We all make life our own way.

Some knead slow, some stir fast…
Some will mix the dough so slow
Some will hit them to make them glow
But somehow, we all make it last.

Different Ways

She asked me once, “What’d you wanna be?”
When you were small and running free,
And I laughed so hard I nearly cried,
‘Cause the truth was stranger than my pride.

Not a cowboy, not a star,
Not fixing bikes or playing guitar,
No, I had plans,  a little dark,
A crown, a throne, and a royal spark.

While other kids drew planes and fame,
I drew a flag with my own name,
Said, “Someday I’ll rule the world, you’ll see,”
But really I just wanted company.

Yeah, I wanted to be a dictator,
A tiny tyrant dream creator,
With plastic soldiers on the floor,
And friends I’d buy from the corner store.
I wanted power, I wanted pride,
To hide the tears I had inside,
Now I just laugh,  I’ve changed, you know,
The throne I found was love that grows.

I’d sit alone at lunch each day,
Imagining they’d all obey,
I’d sign fake laws, I’d make fake rules,
Pretend I wasn’t scared at school.

My kingdom small, my heart too wide,
For walls I built to feel alive,
It wasn’t hate, it wasn’t spite,
Just a kid trying to make it right.

So when I told her, she just smiled,
Said, “That’s so you,  poetic and wild,”
We laughed until we cried again,
At that lonely boy who wanted reign.

Yeah, I wanted to be a dictator,
A tiny tyrant dream creator,
With plastic soldiers on the floor,
And friends I’d buy from the corner store.
I wanted power, I wanted pride,
To hide the tears I had inside,
Now I just laugh, I’ve changed, you know,
The throne I found was love that grows.

Funny how the broken dreams,
Can turn to softer, sweeter things,
No more orders, no more fights,
Just quiet peace and shared lights.

Now I rule no one but my heart,
And that’s enough  that’s my art,
‘Cause the crown that used to weigh my head,
Now just glows beside your bed.

Yeah, I wanted to be a dictator,
Now I’m just your serenader,
My kingdom’s small, my scepter’s gone,
But you’re the power I lean on.
I wanted pride, I wanted might,
But love just came and made it right,
That broken boy learned to let go 
Turns out hearts make better thrones.

So if my teacher asks again,
I’ll smile and take the pen,
And write, “I’m happy, I’m free, I’m whole 
Love’s the empire that I control.”

Youth Dream

We spilled the box across the floor,
A thousand pieces, maybe more,
All shapes and colors, wild and free,
A mess that somehow looked like me.

You laughed and said, “Where do we start?”
I said, “The edges,  like the heart.”
We lined the corners, one by one,
And watched the picture just begin to come.

At first it felt like nothing fit,
The wrong piece here, the wrong piece lit,
But little by little, through the doubt,
We learned what love was all about.

Piece by piece, we built our sky,
From scattered hopes to reasons why,
Every shape that didn’t seem to belong,
Found its place where it’s been all along.
And when the colors finally met,
The picture we made, I won’t forget,
You and I,  the masterpiece,
And together we placed the final piece.

Some days we forced what wouldn’t go,
Some nights we stopped and took it slow,
The table cluttered, hands unsure,
But love was patient, love was pure.
You’d find a piece I’d thrown aside,
I’d find your smile I used to hide,
And suddenly the chaos made
A perfect sense that never fades.

It’s not about the time it takes,
It’s how the cracks become the shapes,
How every piece we thought was wrong,
Was just waiting for where it belonged.

Piece by piece, we built our sky,
From scattered hopes to reasons why,
Every shape that didn’t seem to belong,
Found its place where it’s been all along.
And when the colors finally met,
The picture we made, I won’t forget,
You and I,  the masterpiece,
And together we placed the final piece.

Now when I see that puzzle framed,
I see our hearts, untamed, unnamed,
A thousand pieces, none the same,
But all of them spell out your name.

Piece by piece, the story grew,
A mess of shapes that turned to you,
Every edge, every quiet seam,
Built the life we used to dream.
And when the last piece found its place,
I saw forever in your face,
You and I,  the masterpiece,
Love complete, the final piece.

So if we ever fall apart,
We’ll find each fragment of our heart,
And build again  as love decrees,
Until we place… the final piece.

Puzzle

Hands in the mix, the morning’s cold,
The air feels heavy, the flour’s old,
I press and fold, but it fights me back,
Too rough, too dry, it starts to crack.

The clock keeps ticking like a dare,
“Are you sure there’s something there?”
But deep inside, a whisper hums,
“Keep going ‘til the rising comes.”

The mess becomes a mirror now,
And I see myself somehow,
The pain, the push, the breaking ground,
Is where the sweetest things are found.

I was ready to throw it away,
Call it wasted, call it stray,
But time and patience have their say,
And the dough begins to change its way.
Oh, I’ve learned that faith’s not clean,
It’s the cracks where warmth can lean,
And when it rises, I can see 
That it’s not the bread, it’s what it taught me.

I wipe the table, trace the lines,
Of all my failures, old designs,
Every burn, every fall apart,
Left a crumb of who I am at heart.
The scent fills up this quiet space,
Like forgiveness taking place,
And suddenly it all feels right,
Like storms that led me to the light.

The mess becomes a mirror now,
And I see myself somehow,
The cracks, the heat, the waiting hours,
Are just the roots of unseen flowers.


I was ready to throw it away,
Call it wasted, call it stray,
But time and patience have their say,
And the dough begins to change its way.
Oh, I’ve learned that faith’s not clean,
It’s the cracks where warmth can lean,
And when it rises, I can see 
That it’s not the bread, it’s what it taught me.


So let it rest, let it breathe,
Let the fire beneath believe,
Every doubt’s a grain of trust,
Every fall is part of us.


I was ready to throw it away,
But I stayed through the disarray,
Now golden light breaks through the clay,
And I’m stronger in every way.
Oh, I’ve learned that faith’s unseen,
But it works in what’s between,
And when it rises, I can see 
It wasn’t wrong, it was becoming me.
Hands in the mix, the morning’s new,
Every rise begins with you.

Mix Of Life

Wake up to the gold in the morning light,
Every leaf’s a dream that’s taking flight,
I’ll pour my soul into every drop,
‘Cause love don’t fade, it climbs to the top.
You breathe the air I breathe,
We share the sky above,
The rain keeps falling down,
And all I give is love.

Grow for me  under the shining sun,
Stretch your arms ‘til the day is done,
Drink the rain, let your colors run,
Grow for me, my little ones.

Roots reach deep where my heart can’t see,
But I can feel your quiet symphony,
Every green note hums through my veins,
A melody born from gentle rain.

You breathe the air I breathe,
We share the sky above,
The rain keeps falling down,
And all I give is love.

Grow for me  under the shining sun,
Stretch your arms ‘til the day is done,
Drink the rain, let your colors run,
Grow for me, my little ones.

I’ll stand beside you when the wind gets wild,
I’ll sing your song with a tender smile,
You give me peace, you give me time,
And I’ll give you light, your roots, your climb.

Grow for me  the world’s still young,
We’re just stories yet to be sung,
Drink the rain, let your hearts become,
Love that blooms  and always comes.
Grow for me…
Grow with me…
Under the shining sun. 

Growing Strong

There's a whistle in the wind comin' in
Through the Hole, yeah
Outside is Disease 
It's whisperin' through the trees
In California
They're dyin' every day just to make it go away
Hey, say, good on ya'
I thought it best to warn ya'
Hey, say, alright now
Hey, say, alright now
Hey, say, alright now
'Cause it's a mad world and this world's at war
You better lace up your boots and get up off the floow
You better slip out that noose and head out the door
You better pick up your rifle and get you some more
You better pick up your rifle and get you some more
You better get you some more
You better get you some more


Ronas Rebellious Revenge (Respectful Rehabilitation Remix)

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L no shiso. (Bankai)

BURNING REMIX (TEMS X FVIS)

Tryen: Meine lieben damen herren und alles andere auf dieser welt ich habe heute etwas wunderbares Kreiert und eine wunderbare zeit gehabt mit Many Ls daher möchte ich euch auf die reise der produktion dieses Künstlerischen meisterwerks mitnehmen es hat alles angefangen an einem schönen Montag vormittag und einem sprach anruf der sehr verrückt und kreativ gesteigert und gewärmt war dann schoss mir idee in den kopf warum mache ich nicht ein schönes meisterwerk mit dem lieben herrn Menniel wir hatten begonnen mit dem gedanken die musik der neu zeit zu revulotionieren und zu verändern wie ein stein der von baum auf erde gefallen ist und danach breakdance gelernt hat und dann ein dance battle gegen michael jackson am jackson hatte und das war auf dem mount everest doch das dance battle wurde unterbrochen da Meister Proper ein sonderangebot hatte bei dem man Glasreiniger gratis bekommt wenn man ihn trinkt Michael jackson trank es und hatte danach erst realisiert er hatte glasreiniger getrunken und dafür den glasreiniger bekommen den er getrunken hatte dies hatte ihn in ein künstlerisches tief versunken und in eine depression verfallen lassen dadurch hatte er meister proper verflucht meister proper kam danach zu mir und hat mir viele geschenke übergeben darunter auch viele rohe eier mit extra salmonellen geschmack jedoch waren da auch salmonellen enthalten die aber angst vor mir hatten da ich so viele rohe eier gegessen habe das ich inzwischen immun dagegen bin ich rutsche aber gerade von der hauptgeschichte ab naja als wir weiter gemacht haben gings weiter mit weiteren weiter sachen und wir haben gedacht und gedenkt während wir gedacht haben an die depression von michael jackson als ich eine idee hatte habe ich interessiert begonnen viele ideen zu idealisieren darunter auch die idee der ideen schöpfung aus einer idee der ideen menschen ID mit einer idee zu ideenisieren mit Ideen durch ideen mähen wir mit dem rasen mähen durch die mähne eines magens eines löwens mähen weil mähnen von mähnenbeinhaltenden mähnen mähen wir essen aber auch viel käse zu den rohen eiern da käse käse füße mag und ich käse füße mag ich rutsche aber schonwieder von der geschichte der organisierung dieses geschichten teils der geschichte von geschichten der einen von vielen geschiechtigten geschichten der geschickten geschichten von Tryen als ich dann inetwa die hälfte meines wundersamen wundersamen wunder teils hatte hatte ich plötzlich samen aus meinem samen werfer geschossen weil es zu gut geklappt hatte dadurch ist unser kind Absolute atomic disaster entstanden auf das wir sehr stolz sind allerdings hat das kind kein rohes ei gegessen also hab ich es in die tonne getreten und jetzt ist das kind tot weil wir keine kinder mögen die entweder keine rohen eier essen oder keine rohen eier vergenussferkeln denn wir sind der rohe eier clan in Fortnite ihr findet uns in Fortnite bei fortnite nach fortnites weil forten nicht forzen ist spielen wir forza zitat "so leude forza ist fertig heruntergeladen" zitat ende ~ Drachenlord / Rainer Winkler mit winkeln im winkler winkel von rechten winkeln aus der rechten winkel gasse von harry potter ich habe meinen teil mit viel viel viel liebe gemacht ich hoffe ihr habt freude diesen teil zu teilen mit vielen teilenden thailändern die gerne teilen weil viele teile von leuten die teile mögen geteilt werden weil die teile zu wenig teile haben essen wir gerne rohe eier
ich muss aufpassen das die beschreibung nicht zu lange wird
Sieg Ei

Absolute Atomic Disaster

Seventeen stitches and they still couldn't silence his parasitic twin. 'Kept shouting anti-government propaganda until finally one night the Black Hawk helicopters came and the CIA took them both away.

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