sometimes i feel like i wont make it till monday.
i never understood this song
i always referred to it as the song that i just play in the background of my bedroom acoustics so noone can hear me crying when i cut. i cut out loud.
i feel my weary heart
is put to rest
you gather around your friends
the connection that you feel
when the night has not yet died
you are new
with the promise of a love
youll probably never find.
...
you cant really feel.
dearest infinity,
dont ever confuse yourself. youll still always feel this way, all the same reservations. r e s e r v a t i o n s. and tonight youll sometimes feel like youre dying the last death of your 10 000 and you dont know how you can bear it anymore. all of a sudden you realize that there are 10 0 0 0 more because... do you ever feel like you lay your head down on this white feather pillow and you just hand someone a knife and they, it is in them, to decide the best possible way for you to lay in peace. if putting you out of your misery by slitting your throat, or to just swoon you and keep you in this endless slumber. you wonder why you watch them sleep and you are without a knife to their throat because unlike them you are forever powerless and you hold no key to their peace. and it is in your own means that you think youre promised a love. understand that you will never find it. there is no end to how much youre ever going to put out and to ask for anything in return is almost unfathomable. you will lay in your light slumber and you will wish upon yourself and to this love that you could steal their weapon cast over you so you may have the courage to end all demons. perhaps you do not need them, but you only say that because its what youve lived by forever and a day. you ask yourself, why of all the people do you think they deserve all these emotions and you cant bring it to yourself to rightly understand. and you infact knew that its really suppose to hurt this much, like it always did, but you try to convince yourself that you like this pain. because youre hoping for any feeling that youre perhaps still alive and you havent wondered, infinity, how.
perhaps around death 8 7 6 5 youll have the answer to the question of why they can hear all these pretty little things comming out of your mouth
and to ask
for
a
n
y
t
h
i
n
g
remotely close to it
is almost like suicide to them.
tonight will not be the most peaceful.
you must understand.
--suffering,
shiella.
i always referred to it as the song that i just play in the background of my bedroom acoustics so noone can hear me crying when i cut. i cut out loud.
i feel my weary heart
is put to rest
you gather around your friends
the connection that you feel
when the night has not yet died
you are new
with the promise of a love
youll probably never find.
...
you cant really feel.
dearest infinity,
dont ever confuse yourself. youll still always feel this way, all the same reservations. r e s e r v a t i o n s. and tonight youll sometimes feel like youre dying the last death of your 10 000 and you dont know how you can bear it anymore. all of a sudden you realize that there are 10 0 0 0 more because... do you ever feel like you lay your head down on this white feather pillow and you just hand someone a knife and they, it is in them, to decide the best possible way for you to lay in peace. if putting you out of your misery by slitting your throat, or to just swoon you and keep you in this endless slumber. you wonder why you watch them sleep and you are without a knife to their throat because unlike them you are forever powerless and you hold no key to their peace. and it is in your own means that you think youre promised a love. understand that you will never find it. there is no end to how much youre ever going to put out and to ask for anything in return is almost unfathomable. you will lay in your light slumber and you will wish upon yourself and to this love that you could steal their weapon cast over you so you may have the courage to end all demons. perhaps you do not need them, but you only say that because its what youve lived by forever and a day. you ask yourself, why of all the people do you think they deserve all these emotions and you cant bring it to yourself to rightly understand. and you infact knew that its really suppose to hurt this much, like it always did, but you try to convince yourself that you like this pain. because youre hoping for any feeling that youre perhaps still alive and you havent wondered, infinity, how.
perhaps around death 8 7 6 5 youll have the answer to the question of why they can hear all these pretty little things comming out of your mouth
and to ask
for
a
n
y
t
h
i
n
g
remotely close to it
is almost like suicide to them.
tonight will not be the most peaceful.
you must understand.
--suffering,
shiella.