Reassure Me, Oh Why Do I Feel As If I'm In Too Deep
Yeah, so my undying love for The Stone is bleeding through. Nothing that everyone didn't already know, anyways.
I suppose I'm writing this this evening because of the amount of change that has taken place upon the political landscape here in Massachusetts as well as across the country. Deval Patrick made his entire campaign on a slogan: "Together We Can."
I just haven't been able to find myself as of late, and although this has been a popular deal throughout my college career, it's really hitting hard now. I'm angry with myself for a multitude of reasons: my inability to land a better paying job, lack of dedication to the classroom, inability to help my parents financially when they need it the most, inability to pay people and credits back to whoever needs it. I miss Hannah. It's been all burning me up on the inside and hurts a lot more than I try and let on, although I know for a fact it bleeds into my personal life. Everyone comments on how tired I look and all. It's not from a lack of sleep; it's from the amount of stress I put on myself.
Hell, I've given up long ago, I know it already: All the colors, they mix together, to grey. Yes, I know, DMB reference. It's also referring to my hair. It's going. Even the hair in my goatee when I grew it out longer had some grey tones in it. Kinda scary when you're only 21.
Getting myself back on point, though, I suppose that the motto of Together We Can has stuck with me. I'm not entirely sure what it means. I just know that it's got to lead to something better. Because really, I don't know where else you can go. I guess I'm just facing the realities of life getting in the way of everything else.
I'm planning on going down to The Tam on Saturday night with Meagher, Crowe, and whoever else wants to come. To everybody: just let me know what's going on. I'll try and be there.
--Ryan
Oh have you no pity
This thing I do
I do not deny it
All through this smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind
I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up to your own devices
Will you not talk
Can you take pity
I don't ask much
Won't you speak please...
From the start, she knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then, for sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes, to lay down in her wake
So she gave it all she had, but treasures slowly faded
And now she's falling hard, she feels the falling dark
How did this fall apart, she drinks to fill it up
The smile of sweetest flowers, wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks, that once were so admired
She thinks when she was small, there on her father's knee
How he had promised her, you'll always be my baby
Well daddy come quick, the dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home, there is no place to hide,
The dreaming tree has died...
...Take me back...Save me please...
I suppose I'm writing this this evening because of the amount of change that has taken place upon the political landscape here in Massachusetts as well as across the country. Deval Patrick made his entire campaign on a slogan: "Together We Can."
I just haven't been able to find myself as of late, and although this has been a popular deal throughout my college career, it's really hitting hard now. I'm angry with myself for a multitude of reasons: my inability to land a better paying job, lack of dedication to the classroom, inability to help my parents financially when they need it the most, inability to pay people and credits back to whoever needs it. I miss Hannah. It's been all burning me up on the inside and hurts a lot more than I try and let on, although I know for a fact it bleeds into my personal life. Everyone comments on how tired I look and all. It's not from a lack of sleep; it's from the amount of stress I put on myself.
Hell, I've given up long ago, I know it already: All the colors, they mix together, to grey. Yes, I know, DMB reference. It's also referring to my hair. It's going. Even the hair in my goatee when I grew it out longer had some grey tones in it. Kinda scary when you're only 21.
Getting myself back on point, though, I suppose that the motto of Together We Can has stuck with me. I'm not entirely sure what it means. I just know that it's got to lead to something better. Because really, I don't know where else you can go. I guess I'm just facing the realities of life getting in the way of everything else.
I'm planning on going down to The Tam on Saturday night with Meagher, Crowe, and whoever else wants to come. To everybody: just let me know what's going on. I'll try and be there.
--Ryan
Oh have you no pity
This thing I do
I do not deny it
All through this smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind
I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up to your own devices
Will you not talk
Can you take pity
I don't ask much
Won't you speak please...
From the start, she knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then, for sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes, to lay down in her wake
So she gave it all she had, but treasures slowly faded
And now she's falling hard, she feels the falling dark
How did this fall apart, she drinks to fill it up
The smile of sweetest flowers, wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks, that once were so admired
She thinks when she was small, there on her father's knee
How he had promised her, you'll always be my baby
Well daddy come quick, the dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home, there is no place to hide,
The dreaming tree has died...
...Take me back...Save me please...