But the Day Looked So Bright
everything is failing... my health, my attitude, my future, my family, my friends, just... me
so whats the perfect solution you ask? the graveyard. i went and talked to some old friends, friends i never knew, and probably never will. friends whose death occured a century before my birth. the strange coincidences in this particular cemetary make me wonder, it makes me feel... part of them. i ask advice, i tell them news, i cry to them. i cried to them today. i feel that they could understand me better than anyone else, they wont make fun of me, or yell at me, or tell me to stop talking in that whiny voice. i have so many doubts in my head im not sure what to do. what to believe and what not to believe. everything i had to look forward to is fading quickly, coming and going, never happening. im just so sick and tired of people and their "make it all better" attitudes. and i cant fucking spell... fuck... fuck.. fuck. tuberculosis can suck a d...
and i need a cigarette
and i need to know whats going on
and i need the truth
and i need everything to be ok
and i need tom
and i need to figure myself out
and i need to get rid of this fucking disease
so whats the perfect solution you ask? the graveyard. i went and talked to some old friends, friends i never knew, and probably never will. friends whose death occured a century before my birth. the strange coincidences in this particular cemetary make me wonder, it makes me feel... part of them. i ask advice, i tell them news, i cry to them. i cried to them today. i feel that they could understand me better than anyone else, they wont make fun of me, or yell at me, or tell me to stop talking in that whiny voice. i have so many doubts in my head im not sure what to do. what to believe and what not to believe. everything i had to look forward to is fading quickly, coming and going, never happening. im just so sick and tired of people and their "make it all better" attitudes. and i cant fucking spell... fuck... fuck.. fuck. tuberculosis can suck a d...
and i need a cigarette
and i need to know whats going on
and i need the truth
and i need everything to be ok
and i need tom
and i need to figure myself out
and i need to get rid of this fucking disease