Jul 25, 2001 17:40
..it doesnt make it easier to be away...a plain...morning...I'm coming home again. hey all, whats up? not much here. Parents still arent talking. uggh. whatever short entry i know, but ill ttyl.
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Its hard to wake up, when the shades have been pulled shut, this house is haunted, its so pathetic, it makes no sense at all. I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away, what stupid poem could fix this home, i'd read it everyday. So heres your holiday, hope you, enjoy it this time, you gave it all away. It was mine, so when your dead and gone, will you, remember this night, 20 years now lost, its not right. their anger hurts my ears, been running strong for seven years, rather than fix the problems they never solve them, it makes no sense at all, im ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away. if this is what he wants and its what she wants, then why's there so much pain? (theres my life)
you wrote the words i love you, then sprayed it with perfume.
so wake up sleepy one, its time to save your world.
Ive never been loved by an angel, ive never felt something so pure.
Will the last one out please shut the door.