079
the tune of all tunes
to dance to
to jump in puddles to
to cry to
to fall in love to
to be played at a funeral
it is what you make of it
[everything is what i make of it], i have made it horrible. i have had drama. i have over exaggerated at times. i didn't say things that i should have; other times, i have said too much... far too much. i have taken the blame for others, and set blame on others. i have been given the world since a little girl and lived the life as though i have it hard. i have never done anything important with my life. i have loved others, and been loved back. i have taken advantage of people, and people have walked all over me. the cycle never seems to end. sometimes i really hate myself.
today i read a note. from a christmas gift of a friend last year. i stumbled across the note and couldn't get to the end of "i'm sorry" before i started to cry. i cried for awhile. to the point of unstoppable. i don't even know why. whether because it was so wonderful of her to write me that, or because i can be such a horrible person at times.
i am sick of doing all the talking. now i am going to be listening to others, until i am asked a question, because things haven't been coming out correctly lately, and i do not want to seem like a mean person to anyone.
i have found the song i am going to play at my funeral.
to dance to
to jump in puddles to
to cry to
to fall in love to
to be played at a funeral
it is what you make of it
[everything is what i make of it], i have made it horrible. i have had drama. i have over exaggerated at times. i didn't say things that i should have; other times, i have said too much... far too much. i have taken the blame for others, and set blame on others. i have been given the world since a little girl and lived the life as though i have it hard. i have never done anything important with my life. i have loved others, and been loved back. i have taken advantage of people, and people have walked all over me. the cycle never seems to end. sometimes i really hate myself.
today i read a note. from a christmas gift of a friend last year. i stumbled across the note and couldn't get to the end of "i'm sorry" before i started to cry. i cried for awhile. to the point of unstoppable. i don't even know why. whether because it was so wonderful of her to write me that, or because i can be such a horrible person at times.
i am sick of doing all the talking. now i am going to be listening to others, until i am asked a question, because things haven't been coming out correctly lately, and i do not want to seem like a mean person to anyone.
i have found the song i am going to play at my funeral.