no highschool for me. thanks
just finished up on my english paper. i should have done it a few days ago but i prolonged it. gotta do better than last time. i found out that i bombed on my biology test but i still have a 83 average. havent been going to microsoft office. i need to stop that shit.
work is still good.
spent a day with friends on friday. it was a good day. we went to see 300 it was good. then to canes. me and butler went to best buy then back to his house to watch borat. it was a good day.
lauren...i know you are gonna read this. im not gonna talk about you cause your not important enough for me to talk about. thats about it. im not gonna ask you to stop talking about me cause i understand that you are still in highschool and thats just what kids do. im not gonna attack you cause frankly.....your to easy.
"Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday"
Just know
We are
A spec
In time.
So follow your bliss
And destroy the beauty
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rock star
I wanna die like God on the cover of time.
Just a blink and it's gone
So baby pour some fame in my glass.
So kill the forest
And destroy the beauty.
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
(Colors blind)
the eyes
(Sounds deafen)
the ear
(Flavors numb)
the taste
(Thoughts weaken)
the mind
I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain
I choose to be a serial killer
'Cause the victims don't get any fame.
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
Just know we are a spec in time
work is still good.
spent a day with friends on friday. it was a good day. we went to see 300 it was good. then to canes. me and butler went to best buy then back to his house to watch borat. it was a good day.
lauren...i know you are gonna read this. im not gonna talk about you cause your not important enough for me to talk about. thats about it. im not gonna ask you to stop talking about me cause i understand that you are still in highschool and thats just what kids do. im not gonna attack you cause frankly.....your to easy.
"Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday"
Just know
We are
A spec
In time.
So follow your bliss
And destroy the beauty
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rock star
I wanna die like God on the cover of time.
Just a blink and it's gone
So baby pour some fame in my glass.
So kill the forest
And destroy the beauty.
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
(Colors blind)
the eyes
(Sounds deafen)
the ear
(Flavors numb)
the taste
(Thoughts weaken)
the mind
I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain
I choose to be a serial killer
'Cause the victims don't get any fame.
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be
Just know we are a spec in time