May 06, 2005 21:18
i had forgotten how to write until today
because i lost all touch with creativity.
i hid myself in apathy, bathed in pessimism,
and sung sorrowful songs that had no real meaning to me.
the mask worn by the "fearless" is now discarded.
because survival isnt everything, and neither is success.
i bleed just like you do.
and now its time for me to use the trump card
and let everything fall into place.
i want to thank you...
and i need to apologize.
because i never meant for it to turn out this way.
and i woke up
but not for sympathies,
or overly dramatic lonely entrances.
and i finally opened my fucking eyes
to realize what ive done.
and i wish i hadnt been so rash