Cryptic Entries
"BOTHER"-- Stone Sour
---------------------
Wish I was too dead to cry. Self affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator, A masochist to which I cater
You don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I won’t let go till it bleeds…
Wish I was too dead to care, If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest. So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason. My flaws are open-season
For this, I gave up trying; One good time deserves my dying
You don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I won’t let go till it bleeds…
Wish I died instead of lived. The zombie hides my face
Shelf forgotten with its memories, Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I won’t let go till it bleeds…
You don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be, yeah
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I’ll never look down by the sea…
i'm in one of those moods today. you ever get those morbid fantasies of sitting on a mountain top watching the world as you know it below, folding underneath itself, people screaming to be free and running from their inevitable doom? and everything is laid to waste before you, and all that is left is you, the mountain top, and a pile of ashes below. you stand up, taste the dusty air, and say goodbye, just before diving in. that's my daydream this evening. i'm feeling a little down today, a friend of mine from long ago hurt my feelings. i don't want to talk about it though, sorry. i'm just so sick of all the shit, you know? i'm tired of playing garbage boy to the world. i'm sick of extending the hand and having it chewed on by those who claim to be in my corner. i'm just tired of trying, noone appreciates it anyways. fuck it. later.
---------------------
Wish I was too dead to cry. Self affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator, A masochist to which I cater
You don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I won’t let go till it bleeds…
Wish I was too dead to care, If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest. So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason. My flaws are open-season
For this, I gave up trying; One good time deserves my dying
You don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I won’t let go till it bleeds…
Wish I died instead of lived. The zombie hides my face
Shelf forgotten with its memories, Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I won’t let go till it bleeds…
You don’t need to bother- I don’t need to be, yeah
I’ll keep slipping farther, But once I hold on
I’ll never look down by the sea…
i'm in one of those moods today. you ever get those morbid fantasies of sitting on a mountain top watching the world as you know it below, folding underneath itself, people screaming to be free and running from their inevitable doom? and everything is laid to waste before you, and all that is left is you, the mountain top, and a pile of ashes below. you stand up, taste the dusty air, and say goodbye, just before diving in. that's my daydream this evening. i'm feeling a little down today, a friend of mine from long ago hurt my feelings. i don't want to talk about it though, sorry. i'm just so sick of all the shit, you know? i'm tired of playing garbage boy to the world. i'm sick of extending the hand and having it chewed on by those who claim to be in my corner. i'm just tired of trying, noone appreciates it anyways. fuck it. later.