Saving the World, One Idiot at a Time
It hurts me when you lift yourself above my life.
Above my pain.
Yeah, you're pretty impulsive
And just a bit too tempermental.
I know you hate me sometimes.
I'm the kind of girl you don't know whether to kiss or kill,
But you know you like it that way.
I want you here.
It hurts me,
But you rise above all that.
You keep yourself away from me and you rise above all that.
I am sick. Not some sort of earthly virus, no. That would be quite a bit easier to cure than this one. Self-loathing? Yes, probably.
Heh, I really, by all means, should not be complaining. Lovely last few days. I've had more emotional journeys than a collective Pink Floyd concert. But now, I'm sick. Once I come back to reality, everything pisses in your cherrie-o's and you are Ned Beatty up the creek without a gun.
I am finishing up this heart-felt journal entry with these words: I'm going to go watch Cowboy Bebop.
Above my pain.
Yeah, you're pretty impulsive
And just a bit too tempermental.
I know you hate me sometimes.
I'm the kind of girl you don't know whether to kiss or kill,
But you know you like it that way.
I want you here.
It hurts me,
But you rise above all that.
You keep yourself away from me and you rise above all that.
I am sick. Not some sort of earthly virus, no. That would be quite a bit easier to cure than this one. Self-loathing? Yes, probably.
Heh, I really, by all means, should not be complaining. Lovely last few days. I've had more emotional journeys than a collective Pink Floyd concert. But now, I'm sick. Once I come back to reality, everything pisses in your cherrie-o's and you are Ned Beatty up the creek without a gun.
I am finishing up this heart-felt journal entry with these words: I'm going to go watch Cowboy Bebop.