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Sure :P

 

Sometimes I break the rules its risky but its true. I have so many secrets that I wont tell you. But I know you try so I go easy on you. /ts fine ya its fine. Cud I do what I do

 

Chorus

Sometimes I make mistakes but I know that I cant stop there. Sometimes we go too far just quit and then we,sit down and forget, but i Don't wanna forget so-o I'm gonna do it again oh again

 

Sometimes when I do the math it just does-nt add u-u-u-up so I feel like just going home. If I close my eyes and I think I might just fall asleep, so to stay awake, I have to think life is a piece of ca-e-a-ake

 

Chorus

 

You-ooh cant stop there we have to share our life a promise we made but I just do not care if you don't think its fair-air-air

 

Softer

Sometimes I make mistakes but I know that I cant stop there

 

Louder

 

I don't wanna forget!x3

 

Softer

Lets just, do it again

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What about piles?

 

I don't really think it could work, as to me piles of snow is just a lump of stationary snow, whereas waves indicate they are flowing, and don't stop for anyone or anything :P

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Sometimes I break the rules its risky but its true. I have so many secrets that I wont tell you. But I know you try so I go easy on you. /ts fine ya its fine. Cud I do what I do

 

Chorus

Sometimes I make mistakes but I know that I cant stop there. Sometimes we go too far just quit and then we,sit down and forget, but i Don't wanna forget so-o I'm gonna do it again oh again

 

Sometimes when I do the math it just does-nt add u-u-u-up so I feel like just going home. If I close my eyes and I think I might just fall asleep, so to stay awake, I have to think life is a piece of ca-e-a-ake

 

Chorus

 

You-ooh cant stop there we have to share our life a promise we made but I just do not care if you don't think its fair-air-air

 

Softer

Sometimes I make mistakes but I know that I cant stop there

 

Louder

 

I don't wanna forget!x3

 

Softer

Lets just, do it again

 

I like it, but I think it needs more description like is this person in love or are they just really good friends that have spilt up? if they are in love explain why or try and give us an indication of how it has affected that person.

the best example of this is the first few lines of the origin of love.

Love is a drug and you are my cigarette

Love is addiction and you are my Nicorette

Love is a drug, like chocolate, like cigarettes

I feel sick got to medicate myself.

this explains that this person is missing or loves another person terribly that they are craving for them. :)

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I like it, but I think it needs more description like is this person in love or are they just really good friends that have spilt up? if they are in love explain why or try and give us an indication of how it has affected that person.

the best example of this is the first few lines of the origin of love.

Love is a drug and you are my cigarette

Love is addiction and you are my Nicorette

Love is a drug, like chocolate, like cigarettes

I feel sick got to medicate myself.

this explains that this person is missing or loves another person terribly that they are craving for them. :)

 

Yes. Its just a girl thing. Its a pop song, not a slow song, I feel that it should not be changed, since it was the first song I EVER wrote. I wrote it when I was seven

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Yes. Its just a girl thing. Its a pop song, not a slow song, I feel that it should not be changed, since it was the first song I EVER wrote. I wrote it when I was seven

 

You've done better then me, I try writing a song and I'll get halfway through and throw it away because I'm a sort of perfectionist when it comes to writing xD

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You've done better then me, I try writing a song and I'll get halfway through and throw it away because I'm a sort of perfectionist when it comes to writing xD

 

Ya. I usually write songs in 10 min at the most

I always keep songs, even if they're unfinished or bad, because I know someday my block will go away and it will get better as I edit it.

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Hey peeps. Writing a new MikaSong. If you want to add, copy and paste into another post, then add or edit.

 

 

I am flying above my head above all the things I dread because one is that I wont ever see you again

 

I'm not feeling very expressive today so I might think of rubbish lines, but oh well here goes :aah:

 

"If there's just one thing that I could say, you never make me feel the same..."

that's terrible xD :doh:

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My life would be enough inspiration for an entire album if MIKA interested. Let me tell you a little bit more about me, and forgive me for the incredibly long story.

 

I was born in Rivera, Uruguay, December 26th, 1997. Dec 30, my dad applied for his actual job, as a journalist on a radio show. At first he was guy on the streets (don't know the real name of the job). In 2002, a huge crisis hit Uruguay, and the radio made cut-backs(?). My dad began to work in the studio, as the . By then, he was quite known in the city. We lived in a far-from-downtown little neighbourhood, but in 2006 we managed to move there. By 2006, we were kind of... the family that the whole town looked up too. My sister was 17, and an excellent student. I played the piano, and was really good at it. My mum used to work at the National Statistics Institute, a state institution that does surveys. She was the supervisor for most of the north of the country (Uruguay is 176.000 sq km). Sometime in 2006, my dad came across a woman, who he had slept with a year ago (yes, cheating my mum), and she was with a baby. "He's your son" she said when my dad asked about him. Indeed, my grandma says he's like a photo of my dad when he was the kid's age. Despite the situation, my dad managed to keep on cheating my mum with another woman (not the little kid's mother), but the woman had gotten my mum's cell phone. Every now and then she would call my mum, and tell her "Why don't you ask him what is that he's hiding with so much effort in his portfolio?" On July, 4th (on purpose) my mother finally dared to ask my dad about it. My dad took a photo from his portfolio. "He's Juan Manuel. He's my son. He'll be 2 in October."

My mum was shocked. She decided to take a two-week holiday to her cousin's house, not before giving my dad an ultimatum: "You'll talk to Yestin (my sister), Nahuel (me) and Zoraida (my dad's mother, who moved to Rivera the night I was born) while I'm gone. I don't wanna have to explain anything when I come back". My sister, to whom my mother tells everything, was really pissed-off when my mum didn't tell her why she was leaving. After a few days, my father finally told her why all the mess. Then my grandma, and last but not least, me. I still remember that I didn't know what to do. I was shocked. Frozen in time. I didn't know if I had to hit my dad, run the hell out of the house, cry... It was just too much for me to handle it. When I finally got home I remember hearing my sister getting home and I finally cried and cried in her arms.

After mum got back home, the daily arguments that every single neighbour hears began. My dad's birthday is on August, 19th, and my mum paid my dad and I tickets to Montevideo, to my dad's "brother"'s house, two blocks from the beach. I remember calling my other sister in Montevideo and telling her everything. I remember she didn't react, let's say "bad". It was as if she already knew, but in fact I was the person to tell her. My dad was, of course, angry with me because of that. On our way back home, my mum texted my dad that she had moved to my room, and that she'd put my bed in "his" room. All that happened on August. My mother wanted him to move out and, of course, dad didn't like the idea. I can assure you, every person in a 20 metre radius found out about it... My dad's voice is very, very loud.

In November my dad moved and I got his room. However, that lasted a month or so, as my mum couldn't afford living there. My sister got a job, and began helping my mum with the bills. On December, 27th (a day after my gift-less 9th birthday), we moved to a small apartment. In Spanish they're called "mono ambientes" (bathroom, kitchen, and a big, wall-less room), but I don't know their name in English. The first half of 2008 was quite hard to go through. Mum's boss was a crazy bitch, to say the least, and mum just got sick of it and told her to get lost, basically, in front of a lot of Brazilian people who were at the Free Shop during the scene.

In about July, I think, the Duty Free Americas (DFA) Free Shop group decided to put their feet up in Uruguay, starting in Rivera with a 2000 sq m store on the main avenue. My mum knew the man in charge of hiring the staff from a previous job, and (after going through several interviews) she got hired. The building was ready to be filled with merchandise by Sept, 2008. My mother used to leave home at 8:00, come back for lunch at 15:00 or so, leave again at 17:00 and come back at 1 or 2 AM. Months went by and by July, 2009 we were living incredibly better than ever. My sister moved to Montevideo, still working with the same company, and we managed to live in Rivera until my mum was fired thanks to all the bull**** the next-in-chain-command had made up about her. We still stayed in Rivera until I finished that year at school.

We got to our new home in Montevideo on Dec, 22nd. During 2011, mum was (I didn't got the word wrong) USED by her employers throughout the year until in Feb, 2012 she found her actual job.

Going back to me, when I was on 6th grade (here it's 3 years of elementary, 6 of primary, and 6 of secondary) I used to dream about boys, rather than girls. Back then, I didn't understand what it meant. My first year at secondary school was the year in which I assumed I was gay. The only problem about it is that I don't know when/how it happened. It happened overnight, you could say. When we moved to Montevideo, I started 2nd grade, and it was as if it was totally part of me, but I was still deep inside the closet. I met this girl Emily. We both loved, and still love English. I fell in love with her. I know, "Wasn't he gay?", you may wonder. JOIN THE CLUB... It's like Billy Brown, but... nworB ylliB. Anyway, she rejected me in front of the class, but she'd already told me that, so it was no surprise for me. We fell apart, and by the beginning of 2012, I'd "forgotten" her.

Aside from our school English lessons, we also do Cambridge exam preparations. When they began, Emily was the only 3rd grader to be preparing the First Certificate (FCE) so, when I was promoted to her level, she was angry at me the first day. The next day, we sit and spent the whole 2 hours doing everything except what the teacher told us, as the rest of the students. Before she left home, I told her I had something to tell her, but I got completely frozen. I just couldn't say anything. When I got home, I told her through Facebook. I still try to imagine her face when she read those words... Anyway, though hard to process, she finally did, and we began to spend every second we could together. We both sing, so we spent all the breaks at a piano at school. One day, our FCE teacher told us to prepare a presentation about a sport. We chose swimming. I went to her house and we did everything but preparing the presentation. When I got home she texted me she had something to tell me. I spent 4 hours for her to tell me what she finally told me. Long story short, we were secret boy/girlfriend for a couple months till I went to Rivera during the winter holidays in July. I came back, and things weren't exactly as they had been for those 2 months. You could say that I got stuck in the Friendzone.

When this whole "Coming out" hit me, I began seeing the school psychologist. She helped me a lot. I began realising what the situation was. I was in love with Emily, but I also like men, but they were different kinds of "love". With Emily, we share many things in common, and when we are together is like I'm Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and when I see a hot guy it's just that, he's hot, cute or whatever. With Emily it's love, with hot guys it's hot guys, and that's it.

Months have gone by and my feelings for Emily are disappearing, but I know that if she says "Yes" they'll come back faster-than-light, but also I know that with Emily it's only about her "inside", not her "outside". However with men, I'm "in love" with a very cute/hot (they're different, I know) guy, but I know nothing will happen there, because every boy (hot or not) around me seems to be at least a little homophobic. Also, let's face it, most people wouldn't react well if they are told that a person of their same sex is in love with them...

 

So, if you don't have enough inspiration in there, I can't do anything for you...

 

PD: This is not invented. It is real. That's me, so far. Don't hesitate to PM me if you feel the need to do it, or to insult me if you think it's not appropriate for this.

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My life would be enough inspiration for an entire album if MIKA interested. Let me tell you a little bit more about me, and forgive me for the incredibly long story.

 

 

 

So, if you don't have enough inspiration in there, I can't do anything for you...

 

PD: This is not invented. It is real. That's me, so far. Don't hesitate to PM me if you feel the need to do it, or to insult me if you think it's not appropriate for this.

 

I read all of it and it is inspirational and it isn't the first nor will it be the last story like that I've heard there will always be people out their who hate but it's the fact that you can rise above it that really makes you special. Also wouldn't you like to help us write some songs?

We could do with more people to help and I'm sure you have a lot to shout out about, also if they are good enough I was thinking we could maybe send them to Mika maybe ^_^:thumb_yello:

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I really like the idea, and it would be great to hear our lyrics in the next MIKA album, but I'm not very good at song-writing... I write in a more "for-a-book" style. If you like, I can cooperate with the lyrics, and I have a friend (Emily) who's writing a novel, and also has written a lot of songs, she may like to help too. Oh, and I'm not Mozart, but I'm good with the piano. I can help with the chords.

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Hey peeps. Writing a new MikaSong. If you want to add, copy and paste into another post, then add or edit.

 

 

I am flying above my head above all the things I dread because one is that I wont ever see you again

 

"If there's just one thing that I could say, you never make me feel the same..

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