cold comfort for change
i'm getting my a level results today. i'm not really interested in seeing them. they will most definitely not be good and i'm going to further my education in la salle (i haven't decided between music and fine arts - if anyone wishes to advise me, please do so in the comment box) anyway so all the slip of paper i'll be holding in my hands will signify is a waste of two years.
and what a horrible horrible waste it was. stuck in that dump of a school. continually being harrassed by bastard teachers. sitting alone during breaks playing the piano over and over again. the overriding emotions of those two years - exhaustion and feeling sort of crippled. surrounded by hundreds of the most annoying people to ever walk this earth, listening to joy division, ready to sink right into the fucking ground.
well, at least it's over. and i did meet some people in that school which i hold or held dear. doesn't really redeem it but still. at least it's over.
i've been missing a lot of people lately. i wish they'd come back. or at least drop the ocassional message. everything's over but we're still the same people. ah, maybe it's just this song. makes me wish a lot of people were still here.
so, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain,
can you tell a green field,
from a cold steel rail
a smile from a veil
do you think you can tell?
and did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts
hot ashes for trees,
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
did you exchange a walk-on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
how I wish, how I wish you were here
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year,
running over the same old ground,
and how we found,
the same old fears,
wish you were here
and what a horrible horrible waste it was. stuck in that dump of a school. continually being harrassed by bastard teachers. sitting alone during breaks playing the piano over and over again. the overriding emotions of those two years - exhaustion and feeling sort of crippled. surrounded by hundreds of the most annoying people to ever walk this earth, listening to joy division, ready to sink right into the fucking ground.
well, at least it's over. and i did meet some people in that school which i hold or held dear. doesn't really redeem it but still. at least it's over.
i've been missing a lot of people lately. i wish they'd come back. or at least drop the ocassional message. everything's over but we're still the same people. ah, maybe it's just this song. makes me wish a lot of people were still here.
so, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain,
can you tell a green field,
from a cold steel rail
a smile from a veil
do you think you can tell?
and did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts
hot ashes for trees,
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
did you exchange a walk-on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
how I wish, how I wish you were here
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year,
running over the same old ground,
and how we found,
the same old fears,
wish you were here