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Mar 22, 2008 19:15

I feel like the worst person in the fucking world. i want to die right now. I hate who i am. I need so badly to get away from here. i never want to talk to anyone again. I can count on my fingers who i consider friends. I am ruining the one good thing going on in my life. i dont want to i just can't help it. Like i said i want to die. Why am i like this? I don't want o be shitty...i just am. I want to be happy. I'm starting to believe thats not possible. I don't understand why things happen the way they do. i mean nothing ever makes sense. why do people hurt themselfs and eachother. idk. I don't understand how people can belive in a god. I mean look around. why would some all holy loving and caring being let the things that go on here happen? Why would he let people become so shitty. Doesn't it say that we are his children whom he loves? well i sure as hell wouldn't let my kid start a war, or kill someone, or become a crack head, or leave a baby in a trash can.

sorry bout the random rant. just AHHHHH!!!!

If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown blue eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

I promised to my wife and children
I'd never touch another drink
as long as I live
but even then
it sounds so soothing
this will blow over in time
this will all blow over in time

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderlining schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home

The sky it was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there
Some place back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take
Doing crystal myth
Will lift you up until you break

I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life baby, baby
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Good-bye
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