| I mean we never played games up until this point. what do you want with me, you made your point. I dont want to dance with you I'm serious lets just sit here and be happy with anything. My subjects aren't matters you are concerned with. you are my subject matter now. Let me get you water if you're thirsty and you can get salt for all my cuts, you'll be happy to know my pain has come to life. I'll be happy to realize that yours has just begun, don't blame me for being human blame me for be this human. I listen when I should, you talk when you shouldn't. you make the world go round and we thank you for that. with out you we wouldn't have common ground. I wouldn't be as happy in this chair in this bed behind this screen. I made it out alive I look back and see you weren't so lucky. Im looking back and wouldn't paint this picture any different. I would use the same unidentifiable colors. make me make sense make this make sense. if there was anything that would make you anymore hideous it would be doing it again cause nothing is uglier than ........... you |
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| who the hell relapses like this. I mean its far to late to feel this way again! maybe its because Im alone again, and things are starting to slow down. and I have more time to think everything. and sometimes it just randomly pops in my head!
Oh no, I underestimated the power of love.
and this is why I will always resent you!!!
and I'm sure you dont give a fuck!!!
your to busy doing nothing with your life!!!
dont let me catch me doing this again!!! |
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| no music in my head
Fuck what this has become. fuck what I think I am. Fuck who I want to be.
fuck my emotions. fuck my pride. fuck this heart. fuck the truth. fuck these hands.
fuck these eyes. Fuck what I say. Fuck what I have said.
Fuck what I am about to say. |
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| I stick with what I know...
Im stuck with who I know
Those lights are too far from me. but who am I to decide where the city should be. and the streets are to comfortable under may feet. but who am I to admit to defeat. I couldn't ask for a better bunch of people to kill the clock with. and its a theme we know all too well. its our way of bringing it back to basics.
so I have been working alot and everyday now... its gotten easier but its still frustrating and time consuming at times but it pays well and the hours are nuts.. 3 am to when ever we finish the job.... I haven't seen my friends in awhile and as of now it's not killing me like I thought it would. Life is good even though I dread it some times |
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| we're moving foward....
these are our walls, these are our arms, these are our hearts, these are our songs.
fuck our problems...
Marissa is her name... :]
she's my Girlfriend |
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