>> it isn't that much fun. staring down a loaded gun <<
mmkay hello again. i have now accomplished getting my room cleaned and watching the used live at some along w\ mcr at starland ballroom on fuse. the best things they ever play ! ! ! yeaaaa not to mention some stevens untitled! but now its the damn f list. f for fucking sucks. bitch what haha. im glad im not ghetto like that. i am so-o exited beyond beleif for taste of C . H . A . O . S . ! yeah so i guess im out again. until next time my friends.
just wrote this.. i dont know if its done
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The nights are filled with lucid dreams
of the december past and of all the things
between you and me and those crazy nights
and how my last words to you were cold and trite
the lights were off and the tv was low
we talked forever it started slow
finally we were all alone
then comes the part where we start to kiss
i'd give up my whole life to relive this
from that moment on you were the one i'd always miss
your hands traced all of the fine gray lines
you were beautiful in your disguise
which later brought on this romance's demise
couldn't you hear through the silent cries?
the mornings i wake in a different light
caught in the haze of visions from the previous night
wishing it were real, nothing is ever real
cut me open so i can feel
i contemplate taking that walk again
just two miles seperate me from now and then
if i knocked would you let me in?
i guess you never let me in
just wrote this.. i dont know if its done
***
The nights are filled with lucid dreams
of the december past and of all the things
between you and me and those crazy nights
and how my last words to you were cold and trite
the lights were off and the tv was low
we talked forever it started slow
finally we were all alone
then comes the part where we start to kiss
i'd give up my whole life to relive this
from that moment on you were the one i'd always miss
your hands traced all of the fine gray lines
you were beautiful in your disguise
which later brought on this romance's demise
couldn't you hear through the silent cries?
the mornings i wake in a different light
caught in the haze of visions from the previous night
wishing it were real, nothing is ever real
cut me open so i can feel
i contemplate taking that walk again
just two miles seperate me from now and then
if i knocked would you let me in?
i guess you never let me in