Monday, August 11, 2003
PRETEND TO BE BLIND, JUST GET THROUGH THIS
Everybody knows he loves her. Everyone sees it, she sees. Sitting back, faking ignorance is the key to this particular situation. Overlooking every glance, every pass, any sign of attempt for reconciliation. If anything goes wrong it isn't her fault, she fought it all she could. Hideous amount of weight upon my body, as always, finding it difficult to breathe. All those songs I listened to, talking about Mistreating Love, they get me thinking. I always said that two years was a waste, completely down the drain after all that happened. But through growing and learning, I see it was no such waste. I learned so much in that two years of my life it's unheard of. I layed under a drunken sky and saw shooting stars and satelites. I snuck out to bowling allys to smoke ciggarettes. I learned to breathe in every bit of these past two summers and I have so many good [and bad of course] memories. So, nothing was a waste. I regret only the things I have to, because with regret comes depression, and I am far from such [or, I long to be far from such.] "She wanted to break the poor boys heart." You don't know the half of it.
Everybody knows he loves her. Everyone sees it, she sees. Sitting back, faking ignorance is the key to this particular situation. Overlooking every glance, every pass, any sign of attempt for reconciliation. If anything goes wrong it isn't her fault, she fought it all she could. Hideous amount of weight upon my body, as always, finding it difficult to breathe. All those songs I listened to, talking about Mistreating Love, they get me thinking. I always said that two years was a waste, completely down the drain after all that happened. But through growing and learning, I see it was no such waste. I learned so much in that two years of my life it's unheard of. I layed under a drunken sky and saw shooting stars and satelites. I snuck out to bowling allys to smoke ciggarettes. I learned to breathe in every bit of these past two summers and I have so many good [and bad of course] memories. So, nothing was a waste. I regret only the things I have to, because with regret comes depression, and I am far from such [or, I long to be far from such.] "She wanted to break the poor boys heart." You don't know the half of it.
Friday, August 01, 2003
I SHALL CALL THIS ONE...DOWN
Drunk love is your poison
Feen for it more and more
The smoke fills the room
Breathe in, but not like before
Wrapped up in the silence
As long as the body's still there
A walking contradiction
Someone to care
Deciding, who are you?
Is it worth the pain?
Getting lost inside you
Going insane
Send me to the heavens
Open my third eye
Drug up 'til I find them
What I'm looking to find
Everyone doesn't see her
But they're dying to know
Is there reason for living?
Something yet to behold?
Drifting away from me
Manic, revolving 'round
Taunting little smiles
Dead on the ground...
Drunk love is your poison
Feen for it more and more
The smoke fills the room
Breathe in, but not like before
Wrapped up in the silence
As long as the body's still there
A walking contradiction
Someone to care
Deciding, who are you?
Is it worth the pain?
Getting lost inside you
Going insane
Send me to the heavens
Open my third eye
Drug up 'til I find them
What I'm looking to find
Everyone doesn't see her
But they're dying to know
Is there reason for living?
Something yet to behold?
Drifting away from me
Manic, revolving 'round
Taunting little smiles
Dead on the ground...
