still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
still a little bit of your taste in my mouth, still a little bit of you laced with my doubt, still a little hard to say what's going on. still a little bit of your ghost your witness, still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed, you step a little closer each day, still I can't say what's going on. stones taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life taught me to die, so it's not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball. still a little bit of your song in my ear, still a little bit of your words I long to hear, you step a little closer to me, so close that I can't see what's going on. stones taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life taught me to die, so it's not hard to fall, when you float like a cannon. stones taught me to fly, love taught me to cry, so come on courage, teach me to be shy, 'cause it's not hard to fall, and I don't wanna scare her[him], it's not hard to fall, and I don't wanna lose,
it's not hard to grow, when you know that you just don't know. [Damien Rice- Cannonball]
it's funny that everybody posts things to livejournal...we're crying out for help in a way; or for someone to listen, or read or just...care. at all. it's like, it's our way of telling people the things we dont know how to tell them in person or on the phone. but the empty emotions that come across on a computer screen could never measure up to the way you feel as your tears hit the keys infront of you.... not to mention they always come out more mellowdramatic then you intended. and i dont know whats more painfull, the fact that i cant just talk, or the fact that i dont really know who would even listen if i needed someone to talk to. to be so young and to feel this way is just........wrong. and the worst is knowing that i dont know how to change it. and i always find it funny when those old cliches aply to life....i feel like they moch me. but i guess they were made up for a reason. imagine that. like punishing a new love for something an old one did. i'm sorry. trying so hard to be what everybody wants you to be and finding out you dont really know who the fuck you are. i'm sorry. that's enough.... i guess i'm just so afraid to turn into someone that i hate that i push everything i'm not sure of away. bad habit, i know....but do you want to know what i make of it....nothing right now. one step at a time.... i just dont want him to hurt anymore....
i can try. i love you. forever. really. i promise.
"give me miles and miles of mountains, and i ask for the sea" [damien rice-volcano]
it's not hard to grow, when you know that you just don't know. [Damien Rice- Cannonball]
it's funny that everybody posts things to livejournal...we're crying out for help in a way; or for someone to listen, or read or just...care. at all. it's like, it's our way of telling people the things we dont know how to tell them in person or on the phone. but the empty emotions that come across on a computer screen could never measure up to the way you feel as your tears hit the keys infront of you.... not to mention they always come out more mellowdramatic then you intended. and i dont know whats more painfull, the fact that i cant just talk, or the fact that i dont really know who would even listen if i needed someone to talk to. to be so young and to feel this way is just........wrong. and the worst is knowing that i dont know how to change it. and i always find it funny when those old cliches aply to life....i feel like they moch me. but i guess they were made up for a reason. imagine that. like punishing a new love for something an old one did. i'm sorry. trying so hard to be what everybody wants you to be and finding out you dont really know who the fuck you are. i'm sorry. that's enough.... i guess i'm just so afraid to turn into someone that i hate that i push everything i'm not sure of away. bad habit, i know....but do you want to know what i make of it....nothing right now. one step at a time.... i just dont want him to hurt anymore....
i can try. i love you. forever. really. i promise.
"give me miles and miles of mountains, and i ask for the sea" [damien rice-volcano]