squatterville is falling
and i'm standing on the outskirts, staring through the cracks in the wall of the palace in wich my love lies. i know that if i stay to long, that i will be crushed, and i look outside to see the last of my comerades drifting into the snow, nearly out of my vision. if i'm going to catch up with them, i'd better leave now: squatterville is falling, and soon there will be nothing to hid behind or between, as the palace is in mid-gengrification. she is dancing with somebody else, though she shares her bed chambers with me, she gives her heart to him. i know that there is no way to get it back, the lies of her body are all i will have to keep me warm.
sometimes i call her and she wont reply to the "i love yous"
sometimes she gives me her all in secret
she wont tell me the truth
the truth about him,
the truth about me,
i feel that she is withholding it all on porpouse, as a way to let everything to take care of itself, but nothing works that way if working that way is the magicains intention. i've got red storm crystals in my pocket... why cant she see that?
i woke up today and withheld myself from calling her till 12, on her lunchbreak... it turns out that she never went, and that she may not be coming over today. i pray she does. i recorded my own album, and even though only one song has worth, i hope it's enough. not enough to get her back, i'm not stupid, but enough to show her the severity of the situation. it means everything.
jake and heather are leaving town, and misfits house will be lost in 2 weeks. i'm gald to watch it fall. but the house of our love has already crumbled, and i'm afraid that searching the ruble for survivors is in vain... with my commerades gone, i doubt i will be able to do anything except stare at the broken building of my heart. the bloodstorm is about to fall on me, or her, or both. i want to stop it. i want to save us, but i know that these remains where pushed over, and if i pick them all back up, they may be pushed over again, like the windmill in animal farm.
my heart hasnt stoped beating of its track for almost a month.
this is the bloodstorm alright.
sometimes i call her and she wont reply to the "i love yous"
sometimes she gives me her all in secret
she wont tell me the truth
the truth about him,
the truth about me,
i feel that she is withholding it all on porpouse, as a way to let everything to take care of itself, but nothing works that way if working that way is the magicains intention. i've got red storm crystals in my pocket... why cant she see that?
i woke up today and withheld myself from calling her till 12, on her lunchbreak... it turns out that she never went, and that she may not be coming over today. i pray she does. i recorded my own album, and even though only one song has worth, i hope it's enough. not enough to get her back, i'm not stupid, but enough to show her the severity of the situation. it means everything.
jake and heather are leaving town, and misfits house will be lost in 2 weeks. i'm gald to watch it fall. but the house of our love has already crumbled, and i'm afraid that searching the ruble for survivors is in vain... with my commerades gone, i doubt i will be able to do anything except stare at the broken building of my heart. the bloodstorm is about to fall on me, or her, or both. i want to stop it. i want to save us, but i know that these remains where pushed over, and if i pick them all back up, they may be pushed over again, like the windmill in animal farm.
my heart hasnt stoped beating of its track for almost a month.
this is the bloodstorm alright.