well i don't know what to say
because there's truth to what you say
i know it kills you i'm this way
there's something different every day

could it be that i never had the chance to grow inside?
could it be that sometimes i say things just to disagree?
could it be that i'm only being me?

not easy living in my mind
a little peace is hard to find
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oh, what point could there be troubling
head down, wondering, "what will become of me?"
why concern? we cannot see but no reason to abandon it
the time is short, time, that's all right
maybe I'll go out in the middle of the night,
and take your hand, look in your eyes, my love
all good things must come to an end sometime

she better not get hurt again. he better not fucking hurt her like he did the first time.

i always get this weird feeling that i should sometimes look down at the clock. everytime i get that feeling it turns out to be 11:11 and i continue to make the same wish....oh well.

after a couple of shots, a few cigarettes, and a failed attempt to crush a beer can with my head, the night turned out to be o.k....but just o.k. i'm not happy. i feel like shit inside and i wish i could make it stop.

take a look at me now...there's just an empty space.

i try so hard....but fail everytime

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poor redskins.

i just finished watching "grizzly man". it was not how i imagined it. i was thinking of a man who was, what's the word...sane? the man was fucked up. he was troubled in the head and was a very confused man and one can see, towards the end of his life, he started to really lose it. he had lost all grasp on reality and the people interviewed for the ( Read more... )