hmm
omg i'm so tired and hungry and cold and bored and i actualy may go watch tv... after i write more crap because if i sit on my couch i'm gonna fall asleep and burn my noodles...
forgetfull nonsense:
what is this thing called love?
does it even exist anymore?
these dark and lifeless times have no end.
and we gasp onto every shining piece of hope we can reach.
then we, being as stupid as we are, forget that hope is not love.
hope will break you into a thousand tiny pieces
then give you a flash of light in your darkest hour
but if you linger on that light to long, your hope turns sour
and the whole world seems like a bitter mess that you just can't stomach
any longer...
and in the end-...forget it.
i forgot there is no end.
is that what happened in the midst of this nonsense?
did we forget love?
racket:
i hear murmers all around
but i can't quite understand them
they are loud though
too loud for my ears
so i find somewhere quiet where i can go
to be at peace again with myself
and my own little world.
but sadly i am found
and exposed to this racket once again
but then i hear something soft
and when i follow it
it drifts off.
and i wonder to myself,
because it was so pleasant sounding,
were they speaking kindly about me?
noodles:
oodles and boodles of noodles not done
bothersome like poodles
or big bamboozles
and i am sick of these
oodles and boodles of sweet noodles being not done
forgetfull nonsense:
what is this thing called love?
does it even exist anymore?
these dark and lifeless times have no end.
and we gasp onto every shining piece of hope we can reach.
then we, being as stupid as we are, forget that hope is not love.
hope will break you into a thousand tiny pieces
then give you a flash of light in your darkest hour
but if you linger on that light to long, your hope turns sour
and the whole world seems like a bitter mess that you just can't stomach
any longer...
and in the end-...forget it.
i forgot there is no end.
is that what happened in the midst of this nonsense?
did we forget love?
racket:
i hear murmers all around
but i can't quite understand them
they are loud though
too loud for my ears
so i find somewhere quiet where i can go
to be at peace again with myself
and my own little world.
but sadly i am found
and exposed to this racket once again
but then i hear something soft
and when i follow it
it drifts off.
and i wonder to myself,
because it was so pleasant sounding,
were they speaking kindly about me?
noodles:
oodles and boodles of noodles not done
bothersome like poodles
or big bamboozles
and i am sick of these
oodles and boodles of sweet noodles being not done