i feel it welling up inside and robert smith lied, boys do cry
ahhh my head hurts. maybe it's the blasting music to the left of me? nahhh, couldnt be. so... lately i havent been doing "jack squat", as mr mooney would say. last night chealsey spent the night.. that was interesting. we rented some movies and rachel came over for while. we watched the fall out boy dvd, some of the 1st season of reno 911, some of the ring 2 and monster in law. interesting. so this mornin we got up and ate, watched some tv, got online, done some algebra and that's about it. she left about, 10 minutes ago so im sittin here all alone. haha. i think we're supposed to be going somewhere when dad gets home. but i dont know where. i mentioned going to wal mart but i dont know why. i have no money and nothing comes to mind that i want. but i'll be happy to get out of the house. i need to do something besides sit on my butt all day. maybe i'll start walkin with mom. yeah. i just might do that. but as of now, im gonna go take a shower and get ready for whatever we're doin. joy joy. so i'll leave you with some shout outs and a song. feel special.
-- jennifer way stump iero = CALL ME SOMETIME TODAY. IF I DONT ANSWER THE HOUSE JUST CALL MY CELL PHONE. I MISS YOU.. I HAVENT SEEN YOU SINCE YESTERDAY... SHAME. HAHA. WELL, I DONT THINK YOU'VE DONE THAT ONE THING FOR ME YET BUT WHEN YOU DO, INFORM ME PLEASE? S'IL VOUS PLAIT? MERCI! WELL. IM GONNA GO TAKE A SHOWER. LOVE YOU!
-- callie = yayness!
-- chealsey = you: these have to be taken back sunday! me: HAHAHAHAetc.. you: ..... OH! haha!
-- stephanie = hey, missed you yesterday. hope things are okay.
-- stephen = umm... hello.
-- amber = thanks for the comment.
ATREYU
THE CRIMSON
I feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied
Boys do cry and with blood tears in my eyes
I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life
I can't hide the monster anymore
One can only feel desolate for so long
Until one starts to change
Into something the mirror doesn't recognize
I metamorphasize
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim
Fresh meat for carnal desires
To become what I became
I viewed the sun for the last time
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red, I feel it flowing from your lips
My heart is dead and so are you
And it pulses through, the desire to change
The desire to deconstruct all of my past failings
But where to begin because when you live in sin
It's hard to look at saints without them
Reflecting their jet black auras back on you
And all I have is hope, my inner burn's not fading
I'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day
And all I have is hope, and all I need is time
To bury in pine under six feet of time
The lies I told me about myself
Claw my way out, pick the splinters from under my fingernails
I won't lose hope, I won't give in
Just live and breathe and try not to die again
-- jennifer way stump iero = CALL ME SOMETIME TODAY. IF I DONT ANSWER THE HOUSE JUST CALL MY CELL PHONE. I MISS YOU.. I HAVENT SEEN YOU SINCE YESTERDAY... SHAME. HAHA. WELL, I DONT THINK YOU'VE DONE THAT ONE THING FOR ME YET BUT WHEN YOU DO, INFORM ME PLEASE? S'IL VOUS PLAIT? MERCI! WELL. IM GONNA GO TAKE A SHOWER. LOVE YOU!
-- callie = yayness!
-- chealsey = you: these have to be taken back sunday! me: HAHAHAHAetc.. you: ..... OH! haha!
-- stephanie = hey, missed you yesterday. hope things are okay.
-- stephen = umm... hello.
-- amber = thanks for the comment.
ATREYU
THE CRIMSON
I feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied
Boys do cry and with blood tears in my eyes
I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life
I can't hide the monster anymore
One can only feel desolate for so long
Until one starts to change
Into something the mirror doesn't recognize
I metamorphasize
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim
Fresh meat for carnal desires
To become what I became
I viewed the sun for the last time
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red, I feel it flowing from your lips
My heart is dead and so are you
And it pulses through, the desire to change
The desire to deconstruct all of my past failings
But where to begin because when you live in sin
It's hard to look at saints without them
Reflecting their jet black auras back on you
And all I have is hope, my inner burn's not fading
I'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day
And all I have is hope, and all I need is time
To bury in pine under six feet of time
The lies I told me about myself
Claw my way out, pick the splinters from under my fingernails
I won't lose hope, I won't give in
Just live and breathe and try not to die again