Slow motion....
You know when you're depressed and nothing seems to be going your way and you get that feeling inside you that makes you want to hurt yourself just so that you can feel like you have some sort of control even just for a second?
--- I have that feeling now.
You dont have to worry or be frightened for me because I'm too much of a pussy to do anything, but I still get images in my mind and I still think about it.
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Mainly my problem lies with my family.
They really aren't the support system that I need. I have an apathetic mother and a sarcastic,insensitive father. The past couple months have been really difficult for me, the last week or so especially, and neither of them have anything to say ease the anxiety and pain I'm feeling.
I'm not bitching that I have horrible parents. My parents are pretty great, actually... they just don't have the intimate, sensitive side that I crave in a parent. I can't talk to them about anything because I always get a crooked answer, or none at all.
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"Ms. Jones taught me English, but I think I just shot her son.
Cause he owed me money, with a bullet in your chest you cannot run. Now he's bleeding in a vacant lot,
the one in the summer where we used to smoke pot,
I guess I didn't mean it, but man,
you should have seen his flesh explode.
Slow motion, see me let go.
We tend to die young.
Slow motion, see me let go.
What a brother knows. Slow motion, see me let go.
Now the cops will get me,
but girl, if you would let me,
I'll take your pants off
I've got a little bit of blow we could both get off.
Later, bathing in the afterglow,
two lines of coke I cut with Drain-o,
and her nose starts to bleed,
a most beautiful ruby red.
Slow Motion see me let go.
We'll remember these days.
Slow motions, see me let go.
My sisters eating paint chips again,
maybe that's why she's insane.
I shut the door to her moaning,
and I shoot smack in my veins. Wouldn't you?
I see my nigga beating his wife,
because he hates his life,
theres a knot to his fist as he swings,
what a beautiful thing.
Won't grow old to be, a junkie wino creep.
Hollywood glamorized my wrath,
I'm a young urban psycho path,
I incite murder for your entertainment,
cause I needed the money,
what's your excuse?
Slow motion, see me let go.
Slow motion, see me let go.
Slow motion, see me let go."
Third Eye Blind - Slow Motion
--- I have that feeling now.
You dont have to worry or be frightened for me because I'm too much of a pussy to do anything, but I still get images in my mind and I still think about it.
-------------------
Mainly my problem lies with my family.
They really aren't the support system that I need. I have an apathetic mother and a sarcastic,insensitive father. The past couple months have been really difficult for me, the last week or so especially, and neither of them have anything to say ease the anxiety and pain I'm feeling.
I'm not bitching that I have horrible parents. My parents are pretty great, actually... they just don't have the intimate, sensitive side that I crave in a parent. I can't talk to them about anything because I always get a crooked answer, or none at all.
--------------------
"Ms. Jones taught me English, but I think I just shot her son.
Cause he owed me money, with a bullet in your chest you cannot run. Now he's bleeding in a vacant lot,
the one in the summer where we used to smoke pot,
I guess I didn't mean it, but man,
you should have seen his flesh explode.
Slow motion, see me let go.
We tend to die young.
Slow motion, see me let go.
What a brother knows. Slow motion, see me let go.
Now the cops will get me,
but girl, if you would let me,
I'll take your pants off
I've got a little bit of blow we could both get off.
Later, bathing in the afterglow,
two lines of coke I cut with Drain-o,
and her nose starts to bleed,
a most beautiful ruby red.
Slow Motion see me let go.
We'll remember these days.
Slow motions, see me let go.
My sisters eating paint chips again,
maybe that's why she's insane.
I shut the door to her moaning,
and I shoot smack in my veins. Wouldn't you?
I see my nigga beating his wife,
because he hates his life,
theres a knot to his fist as he swings,
what a beautiful thing.
Won't grow old to be, a junkie wino creep.
Hollywood glamorized my wrath,
I'm a young urban psycho path,
I incite murder for your entertainment,
cause I needed the money,
what's your excuse?
Slow motion, see me let go.
Slow motion, see me let go.
Slow motion, see me let go."
Third Eye Blind - Slow Motion