(no subject)
I find myself checking your diary to see if I still matter
and when my name disappears from your pages I sink like titanic
the emptiness that fill my lungs is reborn over again
and I feel a hundred times worse than you could ever hope for
I'm sorry for my stubbornness, I lied when I said it was better
I'll sit in my empty shadows telling myself lies about tomorrow
and when everything goes away you'll sit in your spotlights
and I'll still be in my empty shadows alone like always
and in a couple weeks loneliness will be comfortable for me
I'll learn to embrace my countless hours I have to think
I'll reevaluate everything I ever thought I knew
and I'll never once tell myself I did the right thing
-Joel 10.2.05
"Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods." Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC)
and when my name disappears from your pages I sink like titanic
the emptiness that fill my lungs is reborn over again
and I feel a hundred times worse than you could ever hope for
I'm sorry for my stubbornness, I lied when I said it was better
I'll sit in my empty shadows telling myself lies about tomorrow
and when everything goes away you'll sit in your spotlights
and I'll still be in my empty shadows alone like always
and in a couple weeks loneliness will be comfortable for me
I'll learn to embrace my countless hours I have to think
I'll reevaluate everything I ever thought I knew
and I'll never once tell myself I did the right thing
-Joel 10.2.05
"Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods." Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC)