why is it that i .... gah.
life is complicated
i do so much that i know i probably shouldn't.
but im young.
i'm bound to make mistakes,
but does that mean that i have to have regrets?
life is complicated
i know i should have regrets.
and there are some things i wish i could have done different.
People i could have befriended,
times of being intentional.
but on the other hand,
those times created other relationships that i wouldnt trade...
seriously.
life is complicated.
live, learn, love, and
learn to love my life.
i've only been given one life,
and i hope to never have regrets.
i hope that i always see the bright side,
the silver lining,
the light at the end of that one tunnel.
life is complicated. so what?
its a ride.
live life.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
arg.
this is a cry of frustration not that of a good-humored pirate.
i dont know i just randomly feel so alone.
but apparently every one feels like this.
why dont we talk about it then?
why dont we share in each others pains.
why am i feeling so weird because i acknowledge my short-comings
while others seek to cover theirs?
i dont know.
its just frustrating you know?
i want to be close to another.
i think thats why i wanna be attached.
like then someone knows you, or is trying to.
and you can have a sort of commitment of intention.
and you dont have to do this stupid guessing game.
i wish people could just come straight out with what they wanna say.
like if you dont wanna hang out with me say it.
if i am being really annoying, say it.
i would rather be corrected than offensive.
seriously.
but maybe thats another thing that i am weird about.
im ok being weird. i really am.
i just want to be understood to a certain level
like everbody else.
arg.
i dont know i just randomly feel so alone.
but apparently every one feels like this.
why dont we talk about it then?
why dont we share in each others pains.
why am i feeling so weird because i acknowledge my short-comings
while others seek to cover theirs?
i dont know.
its just frustrating you know?
i want to be close to another.
i think thats why i wanna be attached.
like then someone knows you, or is trying to.
and you can have a sort of commitment of intention.
and you dont have to do this stupid guessing game.
i wish people could just come straight out with what they wanna say.
like if you dont wanna hang out with me say it.
if i am being really annoying, say it.
i would rather be corrected than offensive.
seriously.
but maybe thats another thing that i am weird about.
im ok being weird. i really am.
i just want to be understood to a certain level
like everbody else.
arg.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Faster, faster Won't You make this better

I felt the cold seeping through my door as she's walking by
We talked for hours talked about her choices wrong and right
She was so all alone the image in her mind was grey
A sorrow and a blade is all that she has left to say
Faster, faster
Won't You make this better (whoa)
Forgot the feeling screaming for You (whoa)
I can't believe the choices we make
Creates everything that we now hate
Faster, faster won't You make this better (whoa)
The numbness feels her bones she's fighting feeling dreading home
She can't break away from the lies she's been told she's been told (she's been told)
Remembering all her pain this time her lips were fast asleep
Suddenly she lifts her eyes up to the one who makes her breathe
Faster, faster
Won't You make this better (whoa)
Forgot the feeling screaming for You (whoa)
I can't believe the choices we make
Creates everything that we now hate
Faster, Faster won't You make this better (whoa)
I'm still crying at the top of my lungs the top my lungs
I'm still crying at the top of my lungs the top my lungs
I'm still crying at the top of my lungs the top my lungs
(Cast your cares cast your cares believe that He's still there)
I'm still crying at the top of my lungs the top my lungs
(Cast your cares cast your cares believe that He's still there)
Faster, faster
Won't You make this better (whoa)
Forgot the feeling screaming for You (whoa)
I can't believe the choices we make
Creates everything that we now hate
Faster, Faster won't You make this better (whoa)
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