Don't stand me up...
Pain Redefined- Disturbed
Fading, Falling, Lost in forever
Will I find a way /to keep it together
am I strong enough to last through the weather /in the hurricane of my life
can it be a conscious decision /that I look for ways to alter my vision
Am I speeding towards another collision /in the alleyways of my life
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
Those Who have Fallen
and
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
Those who have fallen
and
Please believe me/ Did my eyes deceive me?
Don't stand me up /Just leave me
I have fallen again/ This is the end
Pain Redefined
Shaking, Burning/ Up with the fever
In the realm of pain/ I am the deceiver
Do I lie to myself/ so I can believe her
While she disassembles my life?
I cannot/dispel the illusion
All my hopes and dreams/ are drowned my confusion
Can I find a way/ To make a solution
That will reconfigure my life?
I am becoming more open to this idea I have been rolling around in my head for some time now. Ive talked to a number of people about it, and I am under the impression that they aren't taking me seriously. I am giving serious contemplation to this, and I urge others to take me seriously when I talk about this.
Everyone has stress in their life, don't they? How do they deal with it? Frankly, I am becoming less and less inclined to try to understand people and their hardships in their lives. Helping people is an obligatory inclination that is dwindling down to nothing in my mind. Why do I strive to help people when all I get in return is the expectation that I will always drop whatever it is that i'm doing to help them? Why? I always used to think there was something in it for me, but was there ever? That "After-school" special feeling that is ham-handed out when I do something "selfless"? Enough. I've had it. I give all of myself to others and I am handed back this watered-down, translucent, jargon veiled view of others that makes me, for lack of a better word, sad.
I have been giving serious contemplation to leaving. Just selling all my possessions, quitting my job, and leaving. I would just start walking one day. I would go all over the world, Visiting all the countries and cultures that are forgotten by this clump of land we call "the greatest country in the world." I used to love America, but I have been brought down by the political machine that brings even the simplest of things into a huge altercation. We need to stop trying to solve everyone else's problems and start solving our own. So, please, don't shoot out that red-neck, ignorant phrase "Love it or leave it", because it won't give you an up in this argument.
Additionally, something happened yesterday, and I cant help but feel that it is my fault. Maybe if I said something at a different time, or maybe if I held it to myself for a bit longer, or maybe if I never said anything at all...I never wanted to cause any pain or sadness...
I'm sorry...
Would it really matter if I just up and left?
-F
Fading, Falling, Lost in forever
Will I find a way /to keep it together
am I strong enough to last through the weather /in the hurricane of my life
can it be a conscious decision /that I look for ways to alter my vision
Am I speeding towards another collision /in the alleyways of my life
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
Those Who have Fallen
and
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
memories don't lie/You're no better than
Those who have fallen
and
Please believe me/ Did my eyes deceive me?
Don't stand me up /Just leave me
I have fallen again/ This is the end
Pain Redefined
Shaking, Burning/ Up with the fever
In the realm of pain/ I am the deceiver
Do I lie to myself/ so I can believe her
While she disassembles my life?
I cannot/dispel the illusion
All my hopes and dreams/ are drowned my confusion
Can I find a way/ To make a solution
That will reconfigure my life?
I am becoming more open to this idea I have been rolling around in my head for some time now. Ive talked to a number of people about it, and I am under the impression that they aren't taking me seriously. I am giving serious contemplation to this, and I urge others to take me seriously when I talk about this.
Everyone has stress in their life, don't they? How do they deal with it? Frankly, I am becoming less and less inclined to try to understand people and their hardships in their lives. Helping people is an obligatory inclination that is dwindling down to nothing in my mind. Why do I strive to help people when all I get in return is the expectation that I will always drop whatever it is that i'm doing to help them? Why? I always used to think there was something in it for me, but was there ever? That "After-school" special feeling that is ham-handed out when I do something "selfless"? Enough. I've had it. I give all of myself to others and I am handed back this watered-down, translucent, jargon veiled view of others that makes me, for lack of a better word, sad.
I have been giving serious contemplation to leaving. Just selling all my possessions, quitting my job, and leaving. I would just start walking one day. I would go all over the world, Visiting all the countries and cultures that are forgotten by this clump of land we call "the greatest country in the world." I used to love America, but I have been brought down by the political machine that brings even the simplest of things into a huge altercation. We need to stop trying to solve everyone else's problems and start solving our own. So, please, don't shoot out that red-neck, ignorant phrase "Love it or leave it", because it won't give you an up in this argument.
Additionally, something happened yesterday, and I cant help but feel that it is my fault. Maybe if I said something at a different time, or maybe if I held it to myself for a bit longer, or maybe if I never said anything at all...I never wanted to cause any pain or sadness...
I'm sorry...
Would it really matter if I just up and left?
-F