Saturday, June 18, 2011

GBE 2.4 - Control



So this week the topic is control. Seems like at one time or another, everyone wants and/or needs a little control.

That being said... Here is a flashback to listen to.








When I was 17, I did what people told me



Did what my father said, and let my mother mold me



But that was long ago





Chorus:



I'm in control, never gonna stop



Control, to get what I want



Control, I got to have a lot



Control, now I'm all grown up





First time I fell in love



I didn't know what hit me



So young and so naive



I thought it would be easy



But now I know I've got to take...





Repeat Chorus





That's right, I'm on my own,



I'll call my own shots, thank you





Bridge:



Got my own mind



I wanna make my own decisions



When it has to do with my life, my life



I wanna be the one in control





So let me take you by the hand



And lead you on this dance



Cause what I've got is because I took a chance



I don't wanna rule the world



Just wanna run my life



So make your life a little easier



When you get the chance just take...





Repeat Chorus





Free at last, out here on my own



Now control this



That's right, career moves



I do what's right for me



And me wants to groove



Is that ok?





Repeat Bridge





Hop to it



I'm in control (and I love it, that's right)



Control, now I've got a lot



Control, now I'm all grown up



I'm in control, I'm in control



Don't make me lose it


Friday, June 10, 2011

GBE 2.3 - Lost & Found (reversed)

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Found and Lost

I remember when I first found her page on MySpace a few years ago. The page was so bright and summery. We became "MySpace friends" and slowly got to know each other. Over time, we became closer. We shared things. We talked. A lot.

We listened to each other. I tried to be a shoulder for her although I didn't entirely understand what she was going through. She got a piece of my heart.


She still has that piece, even though we grew apart. Like a star, our friendship flared and burned out, although it served a purpose. Still, in essence, I lost her. She will often cross my mind and I trust that she is doing well. I think she is.