Feb 16, 2005 23:22
It's pretty sad that i am on here yet again today. It's just, i dunno, tara. She is on my mind again. I wish tara would talk to me. I dunno. Why was i such an ass? I don't understand my motives. Jealousy? I get jealous all the time and don't do a fucking thing about it. Hatred? Hatred is a form of love, but my love for her is not hatred. Hurt? I get hurt all the time, i don't go off and act like a dick (not fat) because i am hurt, i just sit there, all to myself, now (my journals are just my thoughts and memories. What i am talking about is in person). I think those are all the reasons why i did act like i did but i don't understand it anymore. I dunno.
What would you do for a klondike bar?
Damn it! I want to move on with life so bad, but i just can't. I dislike being miserable and hurt all the time. I dislike showing people that i am miserable and hurt in public. It would all balance out if i had her by my side as a friend. I would do anything if it would get me her.
You change and then,
You change again,
Turnin' like a wheel inside your head,
Overdrive,
We're going life or death,
Overdrive,
We're going life or death,
Tara, let me have one more chance. Just one more, as i am now. I am not trying to be what you want me to, like i was before. I want to see if you would like Puss. Dane. Not the dane you once knew. I don't know him anymore. Blah.
I have spent a life time,
Waitin' for the chance,
save you my confession,
save me your last dance,
The same old superstition,
Haunt us now and then,
I'm begging for ignition,
TO START IT ALL AGAIN,
We'll burn away,
Burn away,
Burn away my pride,
We'll Burn Away,
Burn away,
Burn away my pride,
We'll runaway from all the other things that burn tonight,
We'll Burn away,
Burn away,
Burn Away my pride,
Pray for me from now on,
Pray for me when i'm gone,
Burn out the yarn,
I'd be on the soul,
Will you still remember,
They're behind disguise,
Walkin' on we emerse,
Standin' in their light,
Hardest part is knowing,
Everything must die,
The Hardest part is waiting here,
Ready to collide,...
Tara, one more time for the last time. One more time for release.
The past is the last place i know you. I don't want everything to be a memory. I'm down and out again. A life without you is not a life at all. You know, i wondered in 7th grade what would i do lonely as you? Pleasure or pain, i couldn't choose. Now i know. It Sucks! But, for all i knew, you could have had 5 bf's at the time. One more time for the last time tara, that is all i ask.