"could i ever trust the words you say"

Aug 16, 2002 01:07

"if you're gonna rip my heart out
could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color?
once i die, there will be no way for you to cover that scar
and if i get a little blood on you
finally the world will know you're guilty...
(know you're wrong) of taking everything you've gotten from me
no heart, it's hard, i know

and when you're finished with the surgery
i really hope that you will turn to me and
tell me all about the fun you had when you were cuttin' up...

it all went to his head this royalty
i stuck a knife into his back...
inventiveness is what i lack
he's always hanging up on loyalty"
[yellowcard]

today sucked, in every way possible. if i wasnt so damn tired, i'd explain it to all you. but rest assured. phil will update tomorow. it will be interesting, to say the least... lets just say that i hate dealing with people. and i hate getting into fights with people i care about. i will elaborate tomorow.

a couple things before i pass out

one. people that comment in my journal make me happy. so do a good deed every day and cheer up this emo kid.

two. i appreciate the people that actually talk to me about life. and its not because i excell at selfpity. i may seem like i'm disinterested but i think its cool for you guys to talk about serious shit because you guys rock like that. and besides i like talking to people lol.

three. so yea like today. my list of cool people dropped from like 9 to 7. haha, i suck.

yea thats it. goodnight everyone.

-- short stories with tragic endings --
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