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Im a lover ...
Just an angel under cover.
Looking out for the litte man,
Unitentionally hurting everyone he can ...
But Ill only hurt the ones I love,
"I'll push you away, when I need you the most ..."
Walking round this shit town, everyone feelin sorry for their self.
My wings are clipped, and im a crip.
Flying vertical, under the gray sky, never to understand again, what it's like to be high.
Fairytales are folly ...
And if you waste your life chaseing your dreams, you'll accomplish nothing more than heartache, and sorrow.
You'll despair, and be choked on air.
Im a sinner, and a saint. But a saint of nothing more, than a heart of gold, thats rusted away. Broken, and unkempt. Time wasted it away.
As time is the ultimate killer.
it makes walls crack, and mountains crumble. it is indiscriminate, and eventually brings everything to it's knees ...
We are controlled by what we created .. Time.
There never enough time, to do everything you possibly want. And even less time, to do the things you need.
You'll never have the chance to say good bye.
You'll never have the chance to succeed.
You'll never have the chance, to have a seccond chance.
Therefor .. Instant gratification is the only thing that is real.
What feels right on one day, or for this amount of time ...
Im worthless.
It's a shame, Nothing will change.
I am dead to me.
Children should never be sent to bed early .. Every day they wake up one day older. And one day, they finally wake up. And realise, all the dreams they had, and all the fantasys they wished for. Were nothing more, than a way to keep them occupied.
Just to take their last shred of innocense, and dash it to pieces on rocks below.
So what else is new?
Im also dead to you ...
Tell me you care, ive heard that line ... The ones I love abandon me and walk out of my life when it's most convienient for them.
And now Ill push it all away.
"Fill a cup. Spill a cup. Break a cup. Fuck."
You weren't there, to take me to the fair ...
So, What would you do. If tomorrow was your last day, and you had eternity to think about what youd do with it? What would you do with it ...
Can I just sleep ... And never wake up again into this world ...
I want to go to my field .. The only place thats real to me in this world.
There are colors there .. and only Smiles ...
Thats my heaven .. I suppose. With the dream house we built ... Ive thought about burning it down so many times .... But, I finally decided to just sell it instead. But every time someones given me an offer .. I chased them away ...
Not even an offer of double my price .. would make me sell it.
Perhaps, instead, Ill seal the field off, in some part of my brain. Bury it along with the rest of the childhood dreams. Maybe thats where it belongs.
But it wasn't a dream to me .. Even if it ends a nightmare.
I am, The nightmare.
I am Jacks Lidless eyes .. Caught awake in the dead of the night, and blind, even to the brightest light.
Whats that you say? Follow away?
Thats all I can do .. is follow you ...
Ill just repeat everything .. all over again .. Ofcourse .. why not, it's a simple plan. A simple plan ... Sorry im not perfect .. I wish I was, for you, and everyone else in OZ ...
Failure. Thats what I am.
Disaster. Thats how I roll ... I forget how to begin ...
Because my heads buried in sand. begging acceptance, from a raised hand.
Strike me down now, while you've got your chance. Cause when this human form fades, Ill destroy everything ...
Thats what I am ... The person you see before you, is now just a mask. Maybe it was real before. Forwarding my ideals, and my dreams. My hopes, and my schemes. But now it's a shell, hollow and cold, And so it's a mask, just like the same ol .. same ol ...
I don't want to suck at life anymore, but what choice do I honestly have ...
Acceptance, and time, supposedly, the two greatest things that heal all scars, and mend all wounds.
Horse pucky, if you ask me.
Those who use those excuses to bury their scars are just snuffing the precious oxygen thats actually needed ...
So .. What is oxygen?
A metaphorical rhetorical question .. There is no answer.
Here goes.
Here goes.
"I just hope to sleep, and never wake up."
Look at this photograph .. Every time I do, it makes me laugh .. and cry.
I surrender.
Goodbye.
-End Transmission
.....
But Life, will never cease .. Even when the heart refuses to beat.
Ethan Dies at the end.
He trusts in humans too much to survive ...
Just like me ... But you won't let me ...
I hate New York ...
Just an angel under cover.
Looking out for the litte man,
Unitentionally hurting everyone he can ...
But Ill only hurt the ones I love,
"I'll push you away, when I need you the most ..."
Walking round this shit town, everyone feelin sorry for their self.
My wings are clipped, and im a crip.
Flying vertical, under the gray sky, never to understand again, what it's like to be high.
Fairytales are folly ...
And if you waste your life chaseing your dreams, you'll accomplish nothing more than heartache, and sorrow.
You'll despair, and be choked on air.
Im a sinner, and a saint. But a saint of nothing more, than a heart of gold, thats rusted away. Broken, and unkempt. Time wasted it away.
As time is the ultimate killer.
it makes walls crack, and mountains crumble. it is indiscriminate, and eventually brings everything to it's knees ...
We are controlled by what we created .. Time.
There never enough time, to do everything you possibly want. And even less time, to do the things you need.
You'll never have the chance to say good bye.
You'll never have the chance to succeed.
You'll never have the chance, to have a seccond chance.
Therefor .. Instant gratification is the only thing that is real.
What feels right on one day, or for this amount of time ...
Im worthless.
It's a shame, Nothing will change.
I am dead to me.
Children should never be sent to bed early .. Every day they wake up one day older. And one day, they finally wake up. And realise, all the dreams they had, and all the fantasys they wished for. Were nothing more, than a way to keep them occupied.
Just to take their last shred of innocense, and dash it to pieces on rocks below.
So what else is new?
Im also dead to you ...
Tell me you care, ive heard that line ... The ones I love abandon me and walk out of my life when it's most convienient for them.
And now Ill push it all away.
"Fill a cup. Spill a cup. Break a cup. Fuck."
You weren't there, to take me to the fair ...
So, What would you do. If tomorrow was your last day, and you had eternity to think about what youd do with it? What would you do with it ...
Can I just sleep ... And never wake up again into this world ...
I want to go to my field .. The only place thats real to me in this world.
There are colors there .. and only Smiles ...
Thats my heaven .. I suppose. With the dream house we built ... Ive thought about burning it down so many times .... But, I finally decided to just sell it instead. But every time someones given me an offer .. I chased them away ...
Not even an offer of double my price .. would make me sell it.
Perhaps, instead, Ill seal the field off, in some part of my brain. Bury it along with the rest of the childhood dreams. Maybe thats where it belongs.
But it wasn't a dream to me .. Even if it ends a nightmare.
I am, The nightmare.
I am Jacks Lidless eyes .. Caught awake in the dead of the night, and blind, even to the brightest light.
Whats that you say? Follow away?
Thats all I can do .. is follow you ...
Ill just repeat everything .. all over again .. Ofcourse .. why not, it's a simple plan. A simple plan ... Sorry im not perfect .. I wish I was, for you, and everyone else in OZ ...
Failure. Thats what I am.
Disaster. Thats how I roll ... I forget how to begin ...
Because my heads buried in sand. begging acceptance, from a raised hand.
Strike me down now, while you've got your chance. Cause when this human form fades, Ill destroy everything ...
Thats what I am ... The person you see before you, is now just a mask. Maybe it was real before. Forwarding my ideals, and my dreams. My hopes, and my schemes. But now it's a shell, hollow and cold, And so it's a mask, just like the same ol .. same ol ...
I don't want to suck at life anymore, but what choice do I honestly have ...
Acceptance, and time, supposedly, the two greatest things that heal all scars, and mend all wounds.
Horse pucky, if you ask me.
Those who use those excuses to bury their scars are just snuffing the precious oxygen thats actually needed ...
So .. What is oxygen?
A metaphorical rhetorical question .. There is no answer.
Here goes.
Here goes.
"I just hope to sleep, and never wake up."
Look at this photograph .. Every time I do, it makes me laugh .. and cry.
I surrender.
Goodbye.
-End Transmission
.....
But Life, will never cease .. Even when the heart refuses to beat.
Ethan Dies at the end.
He trusts in humans too much to survive ...
Just like me ... But you won't let me ...
I hate New York ...