and heres to everything that once kicked me in the ass
i dont know what i want with anything anymore
i dont even like who i am anymore.
and actually i dont think most people do either.
i felt at home tonight. and its funny because i couldnt look up at the ceiling with out tearing up. irony.
i know nothing...about anything anymore... and to think i used to pride myself on knowing everything...i've come to realize it is easy to be positive and sure about things when you have everything. but a strong person can do so when all has been taken from him. see thats where i was weeded out. thats were i am left here standing. irony.
"...it seems ive dug myself a hole and the only way out is to keep digging, keep digging untill either an x on the map is for once an actuality or untill all of the earth comes crashing down on me. at this point either one would seem like a relief. cause this digging... it's hard... its hard on the body. and baby there's nothing left here inside of me, i am becoming the hole filled with nothing but the faint scent of irony.."
-SomeBadFuckingOrchestra
"maybe we will last and see, everything... maybe we wont even say, this again... anniversarry song to sing" - FAF
...release your cd. irony.
as stated before. i am shit. now take a second and a quick wiff and enjoy the scent.
i dont even like who i am anymore.
and actually i dont think most people do either.
i felt at home tonight. and its funny because i couldnt look up at the ceiling with out tearing up. irony.
i know nothing...about anything anymore... and to think i used to pride myself on knowing everything...i've come to realize it is easy to be positive and sure about things when you have everything. but a strong person can do so when all has been taken from him. see thats where i was weeded out. thats were i am left here standing. irony.
"...it seems ive dug myself a hole and the only way out is to keep digging, keep digging untill either an x on the map is for once an actuality or untill all of the earth comes crashing down on me. at this point either one would seem like a relief. cause this digging... it's hard... its hard on the body. and baby there's nothing left here inside of me, i am becoming the hole filled with nothing but the faint scent of irony.."
-SomeBadFuckingOrchestra
"maybe we will last and see, everything... maybe we wont even say, this again... anniversarry song to sing" - FAF
...release your cd. irony.
as stated before. i am shit. now take a second and a quick wiff and enjoy the scent.