You got my number but I always knew the score...
(John Mayer Trio)
...despite the fact that my head hurts a bit from playing quarters last night (with Bacardi 151...stupid)...I still feel the inclination to update because there is quite a lot I need to write.
I had become ridiculously stressed out after a message I had received...and started smoking a little bit...didn't think anything of it really...then, days ago...I found out my aunt has cancer again...and she isn't going to fight it...I don't blame her. She's leaving family behind, and I'll say everything I can, but I will respect her decision regardless. Needless to say, I quit smoking.
I'm so tired of watching good people suffer...why? I firmly understand that God will never give us more than he knows we can handle...but, I still don't understand why good people are always suffering...
I'm tired of watching good guys lose and bags of douche prevail...only to cause more pain.
I've convinced myself that I will never figure things out...and I've come to terms with it and have actually gotten psyched about surprises...yet, I just hate when things come out of nowhere and just fuck up the world you've constructed after a loss. Why say that to me? Why leave me with a hint of interest?
I don't know why I suddenly get myself in this mindset...oh wait, I know now...I was put there when a new interest peaked...ahhhh, fuck. But then again, once it gets to a certain point...there is no such thing as victory.
Maybe...things happen for a reason, and wherein lies the answers...to overcome the grieving...of Life's unruly lessons...I'm handed in succession...it builds my pain which makes me strong.
Then again, its Thanksgiving, what am I thankful for?
the obvious: family, friends, Life, health...
the unobvious: I'll keep these buried...
I guess I'm looking for a revelation...not just for myself...but then again, maybe I just need to change my view a bit.
I got half a smile and zero shame
I got a reflection with a different name
Got a brand new blues that I can't explain
Who did you think I was?
Every morning when the day begins
I make up my mind to change it back again
I am a shifter of the shape I'm in
Who did you think I was?
You got my number but I always knew the score
Who did you think I was?
Am I the one who plays the quiet songs?
Is he the one who turns the ladies on?
Will I keep shining til my light is gone?
Who did you think I was?
Here is a line you won't understand
I'm half of the boy but I'm twice the man
I carry the weight of the world in the palm of my hand
Who did you think I was?
...why can't we all just be real and quit talking in riddles...
Approaching Thanksgiving with more of a give than a thanks,
hopeless
...despite the fact that my head hurts a bit from playing quarters last night (with Bacardi 151...stupid)...I still feel the inclination to update because there is quite a lot I need to write.
I had become ridiculously stressed out after a message I had received...and started smoking a little bit...didn't think anything of it really...then, days ago...I found out my aunt has cancer again...and she isn't going to fight it...I don't blame her. She's leaving family behind, and I'll say everything I can, but I will respect her decision regardless. Needless to say, I quit smoking.
I'm so tired of watching good people suffer...why? I firmly understand that God will never give us more than he knows we can handle...but, I still don't understand why good people are always suffering...
I'm tired of watching good guys lose and bags of douche prevail...only to cause more pain.
I've convinced myself that I will never figure things out...and I've come to terms with it and have actually gotten psyched about surprises...yet, I just hate when things come out of nowhere and just fuck up the world you've constructed after a loss. Why say that to me? Why leave me with a hint of interest?
I don't know why I suddenly get myself in this mindset...oh wait, I know now...I was put there when a new interest peaked...ahhhh, fuck. But then again, once it gets to a certain point...there is no such thing as victory.
Maybe...things happen for a reason, and wherein lies the answers...to overcome the grieving...of Life's unruly lessons...I'm handed in succession...it builds my pain which makes me strong.
Then again, its Thanksgiving, what am I thankful for?
the obvious: family, friends, Life, health...
the unobvious: I'll keep these buried...
I guess I'm looking for a revelation...not just for myself...but then again, maybe I just need to change my view a bit.
I got half a smile and zero shame
I got a reflection with a different name
Got a brand new blues that I can't explain
Who did you think I was?
Every morning when the day begins
I make up my mind to change it back again
I am a shifter of the shape I'm in
Who did you think I was?
You got my number but I always knew the score
Who did you think I was?
Am I the one who plays the quiet songs?
Is he the one who turns the ladies on?
Will I keep shining til my light is gone?
Who did you think I was?
Here is a line you won't understand
I'm half of the boy but I'm twice the man
I carry the weight of the world in the palm of my hand
Who did you think I was?
...why can't we all just be real and quit talking in riddles...
Approaching Thanksgiving with more of a give than a thanks,
hopeless