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i just realized how much i love giving things to people. making people happy. putting a smile on their face. i was reading all my old entried about the TAI love project, and i was seriously crying. it just is so fucking rewarding knowing that i made at least one person [jack lol] happy, even if it was only for a few hours. that's why i really want to make music when i get older. i want to be able to reach out and help people on a larger scale. i want them to be able to relate to my lyrics and know how i feel and be touched by what i have to say. i want their lives to be truly changed by what i do, just like TAI has done for me and so many others.
so i am still trying to come up with a better project idea. this silly thing isn't rewarding, and it hasn't gotten a good response either. i want to do something truly meaningful and sentimental.
ugh. i'm going to take a bath. i don't fucking care that it's midnight, i just need to think.
a little spool of lies and a little bit of time
a pool of sorrow and a hate filled cry
an ounce of regret but a heart of despair
and a small tear to shed when she lays right there.
a lover lost and a new love found
and a small price to pay for lovers now
a small chat over coffee and setting sun
and the fearsome hurricane finally won.
floating up above us all, no one looks to see her fall.
a happy assault with a tragic end
a lazy eye with a half hearted grin
a flip of the switch and the day is done
and a lost soul is blinded by sun
a script is written and parts are cast
and the play begins with a thundering blast
an audience with a high price to pay
a comedy unfolds in a twisted way
soaring in the sky again, we will meet again my friend.
goodnight.
so i am still trying to come up with a better project idea. this silly thing isn't rewarding, and it hasn't gotten a good response either. i want to do something truly meaningful and sentimental.
ugh. i'm going to take a bath. i don't fucking care that it's midnight, i just need to think.
a little spool of lies and a little bit of time
a pool of sorrow and a hate filled cry
an ounce of regret but a heart of despair
and a small tear to shed when she lays right there.
a lover lost and a new love found
and a small price to pay for lovers now
a small chat over coffee and setting sun
and the fearsome hurricane finally won.
floating up above us all, no one looks to see her fall.
a happy assault with a tragic end
a lazy eye with a half hearted grin
a flip of the switch and the day is done
and a lost soul is blinded by sun
a script is written and parts are cast
and the play begins with a thundering blast
an audience with a high price to pay
a comedy unfolds in a twisted way
soaring in the sky again, we will meet again my friend.
goodnight.