"show me what this life is all about..."
"im losing all control and have no time to role out,im asking you too show me what this life is all about....and he tells everyone a story, cus he thinks his life is boring and he fights so you wont ignore him, cus thats his biggest fear, and he cries but you rarely see him do it, and he loves but he's scared to use it, so he hides behind the music cus he likes it that way, and he knows hes so much more than worthless, he needs to find the surface, cus he's starting to get nervous,and hes calling out to you.."
its a verse in that song..it speaks out to me better than anything i can think of or listen to...its like..it just explains it..pretty much everything..i mean, all my friends are running around and trying to find the next good lay..but its really not me..so what do i do...i sit here, drop them off...think to myself...try to take the time i can get to put it to some good use...and the 4th of july..who could think that four score and seven years ao america celebrated their independance from britain on this great day...and i spend it at good ol' KFC...i mean, WHY me, ya know..i have a family and friends...the one day i wouldve loved to just sit down and...chill..and then i have to be back there in nine hours...so what do i do...ya know...i could say its whateva..but its not like that...it cant be like that...its gotta be SOMETHING...it cant always be "whateva", can it? but im waiting..for something enormous to fall at my feet...god what would be so cool if i just opened my door to like spider-man at my door-step..what a cool dream, and so what...so i like comic books, its my thing cicken wing, so step off...man, i dont know what to say...i might have to just make a new livejournal..seeings how anything i right in this is over-analyzed...what a creation, a journal that everyone can read....its just a public-post of vivid memories, and deep secrets....aint that nice?
"this is a call, this is a call-out, cus everytime i fall down i reach out to you..."
its a verse in that song..it speaks out to me better than anything i can think of or listen to...its like..it just explains it..pretty much everything..i mean, all my friends are running around and trying to find the next good lay..but its really not me..so what do i do...i sit here, drop them off...think to myself...try to take the time i can get to put it to some good use...and the 4th of july..who could think that four score and seven years ao america celebrated their independance from britain on this great day...and i spend it at good ol' KFC...i mean, WHY me, ya know..i have a family and friends...the one day i wouldve loved to just sit down and...chill..and then i have to be back there in nine hours...so what do i do...ya know...i could say its whateva..but its not like that...it cant be like that...its gotta be SOMETHING...it cant always be "whateva", can it? but im waiting..for something enormous to fall at my feet...god what would be so cool if i just opened my door to like spider-man at my door-step..what a cool dream, and so what...so i like comic books, its my thing cicken wing, so step off...man, i dont know what to say...i might have to just make a new livejournal..seeings how anything i right in this is over-analyzed...what a creation, a journal that everyone can read....its just a public-post of vivid memories, and deep secrets....aint that nice?
"this is a call, this is a call-out, cus everytime i fall down i reach out to you..."