While everybody else is having fun out there.
Today's the day I would love to shoot myself in the head.
Cheers.
Speaking what my mind thinks.
Showing posts with label emo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emo. Show all posts
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
The Alfa Spirit.
In relevance to the title, what do Alfa Romeos have one thing in common regardless of the model and the year?
Need a hint?
Oh come on. Get a friend who hates Alfas (HAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHA) and they'll tell you why they don't own one. Besides a Nissan Skyline, Toyota Supra, etc, they're completely reliable and cheap to maintain.
An Alfa Romeo has all of the passion it has in the world, crafted by men who takes their cars seriously. So serious, if you were to be an idiot to drive an Alfa, you'd end up fixing one of your own in the near future because it just.. breaks down.
As much as you love it, you have to hate it at one point. But until the point where you want to sledgehammer the damned thing, you'll fall in love with its Italian spirit, and.. everything else.
Now, what's the difference between the Alfa and me, tonight?
I don't know. Besides the fact that I'm beginning to break down. Into pieces.
As stupid as it sounds, I got woken up by an audible nightmare, hearing the voices of my past friends during my high school years. Where we're all scattered around the world at the moment.
Are we scattered, or am I the one who ran away for no reason instead?
The dream, was probably a hint in disguise, which is both good and bad.
And trust me, for a dream to wake me up from my sleep at 4.10am, hearing to my housemates drinking their night away, are they facing life as they expected, or running away as well?
I don't know if it were to be my friends who changed (which is a blunt thing to say, I know), or if I changed (which is an emo statement, I'd say) or we're all just growing up.
Hmm..
4.14 AM.
What the hell woke me up, anyway?
Need a hint?
Oh come on. Get a friend who hates Alfas (HAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHA) and they'll tell you why they don't own one. Besides a Nissan Skyline, Toyota Supra, etc, they're completely reliable and cheap to maintain.
An Alfa Romeo has all of the passion it has in the world, crafted by men who takes their cars seriously. So serious, if you were to be an idiot to drive an Alfa, you'd end up fixing one of your own in the near future because it just.. breaks down.
As much as you love it, you have to hate it at one point. But until the point where you want to sledgehammer the damned thing, you'll fall in love with its Italian spirit, and.. everything else.
Now, what's the difference between the Alfa and me, tonight?
I don't know. Besides the fact that I'm beginning to break down. Into pieces.
As stupid as it sounds, I got woken up by an audible nightmare, hearing the voices of my past friends during my high school years. Where we're all scattered around the world at the moment.
Are we scattered, or am I the one who ran away for no reason instead?
The dream, was probably a hint in disguise, which is both good and bad.
And trust me, for a dream to wake me up from my sleep at 4.10am, hearing to my housemates drinking their night away, are they facing life as they expected, or running away as well?
I don't know if it were to be my friends who changed (which is a blunt thing to say, I know), or if I changed (which is an emo statement, I'd say) or we're all just growing up.
Hmm..
4.14 AM.
What the hell woke me up, anyway?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
I Came Home Today.
Let me blog.
My blog.
My life.
My thoughts.
*thinks back..*
I was outside of my place, at the garden opposite where I park the bike. Sitting on the stone table and chair, where I once played in the playground when I was young. Before it was broken, now overrun by a bunch of potted plants. And some of them overgrew until it grew roots on the ground.
As I stood up, I felt empty.
Only pain, but emptiness.
As I walked towards the step, past the bike that gave me freedom for the past weeks; allowing me to do the things that I was never able to do when I was younger. When the family was home. When my brother was home. When my mum would shout at the both of us.
Where I would shut up and let her say what she wants.
But because I stood up, and walked on, with chains and bangles on my ankles, I felt gravity pulling me down to the earth.
I fight for my right.
But why does fighting for my right feels wrong?
The more I walk, the more pain being inflicted.
I began to choke. Not forgiving myself for who I've become. My tear glands gave way. But being me, what are tears?
I opened the door, I came home to..
... Nobody.
This used to be the best feeling that I could ever feel. So much peace. Nobody fighting against each other. I don't see my brother shouting towards my mum. Or my mum shouting towards my dad. Or myself shouting towards my mum and back at me.
I just came home to nobody.
I closed the door, and the ultimate feeling closed down upon me.
Unknown sadness.
Something I never experienced before. The sort of thing that you would suggest me to go to a psycologist.
It gets lonely sometimes. And today, I didn't get to say goodbye. My mum left. And I'm not going to see her for quite a bit.
I am sad that I can't sleep well everyday, resulting to me staying up till 7am or 10am in the morning, then getting sleep after that.
My responsibilities grew bigger and bigger. My smiles, laughs and jokes at work are just my acting tools to allow me to shadow myself from what I really feel.
When I walked into the room. I saw the messiest place in the world. This is my room. But it was not the place on how I grew up.
So, I sat down on my bed. Grabbed my guitar, and played the tunes that didn't sound like music although they're theorically right.
I came home to nobody.
I played the guitar, without a soul.
I wanted to see myself, but I never bothered to look at the mirror. I just walked past it. I didn't even bother to see myself.
I don't love myself.
I don't know love.
I don't know who I'm coming home to.
I do not acknowledge my father's criticisms, advises or praise. I used to be proud, but take note of the key word - used to be.
Insignificant.
Why?
I have no idea what my goals are. Who am I going to be when I'm 30. What am I going to be doing when I'm 30. Where I'll be..
.. Have I ever thought about it? Yeah. But I put the thoughts aside because I don't even bother.
It took me very quickly to realise two things.
1) I've completely failed at being myself.
2) I've screwed up someone else's life, but not my own.
My passion and curiousity for things begun to die. My coffee knowledge, my guitar theories, quick mathematical calculations, and my passion towards my mother tongue.
Very dishonourable. And everybody still hangs onto who I am.
Why?
Some people say that it's not worth it, and I don't deserve this. But if I've screwed up someone else's life really good, I've disgraced my own character. Yet, I'm better off as a loner.
If I were to be in a battlefield, and when the general gives the order to commence on the war, I'd be the first one who takes the opposing country's first blood before the rest.
And before I fall, and be forgotten.
I'm sorry.
Not because of what I've done.
But for who I've been. And who I am.
I can understand most of you can't forgive me.
It's okay.
I don't mind.
Death is just another phase of life.
So to who reads this sooner or later, make full use of what you have left in your life.
You may be a loser, an emo person, a happy person, or successful person.
Eventually, you will find your happiness.
An eternal one.
I lost mine.
And there's nothing I can do.
"To do music, you have to really sacrifice everything you've got."
And I just might.
Forgive me.
December approaches.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Have a white one.
Mine will be like any other ordinary day. Celebrations can always be postponed.
Even birthdays.
21.
Pfft.
Thank you to those who made my life worth living.
"Soon, I'll be free as a bird. And this bird, you cannot change."
But hey. You all would be happy soon, right?
Soon, there'll be one person less to worry about. Doesn't that sound good?
My blog.
My life.
My thoughts.
*thinks back..*
I was outside of my place, at the garden opposite where I park the bike. Sitting on the stone table and chair, where I once played in the playground when I was young. Before it was broken, now overrun by a bunch of potted plants. And some of them overgrew until it grew roots on the ground.
As I stood up, I felt empty.
Only pain, but emptiness.
As I walked towards the step, past the bike that gave me freedom for the past weeks; allowing me to do the things that I was never able to do when I was younger. When the family was home. When my brother was home. When my mum would shout at the both of us.
Where I would shut up and let her say what she wants.
But because I stood up, and walked on, with chains and bangles on my ankles, I felt gravity pulling me down to the earth.
I fight for my right.
But why does fighting for my right feels wrong?
The more I walk, the more pain being inflicted.
I began to choke. Not forgiving myself for who I've become. My tear glands gave way. But being me, what are tears?
I opened the door, I came home to..
... Nobody.
This used to be the best feeling that I could ever feel. So much peace. Nobody fighting against each other. I don't see my brother shouting towards my mum. Or my mum shouting towards my dad. Or myself shouting towards my mum and back at me.
I just came home to nobody.
I closed the door, and the ultimate feeling closed down upon me.
Unknown sadness.
Something I never experienced before. The sort of thing that you would suggest me to go to a psycologist.
It gets lonely sometimes. And today, I didn't get to say goodbye. My mum left. And I'm not going to see her for quite a bit.
I am sad that I can't sleep well everyday, resulting to me staying up till 7am or 10am in the morning, then getting sleep after that.
My responsibilities grew bigger and bigger. My smiles, laughs and jokes at work are just my acting tools to allow me to shadow myself from what I really feel.
When I walked into the room. I saw the messiest place in the world. This is my room. But it was not the place on how I grew up.
So, I sat down on my bed. Grabbed my guitar, and played the tunes that didn't sound like music although they're theorically right.
I came home to nobody.
I played the guitar, without a soul.
I wanted to see myself, but I never bothered to look at the mirror. I just walked past it. I didn't even bother to see myself.
I don't love myself.
I don't know love.
I don't know who I'm coming home to.
I do not acknowledge my father's criticisms, advises or praise. I used to be proud, but take note of the key word - used to be.
Insignificant.
Why?
I have no idea what my goals are. Who am I going to be when I'm 30. What am I going to be doing when I'm 30. Where I'll be..
.. Have I ever thought about it? Yeah. But I put the thoughts aside because I don't even bother.
It took me very quickly to realise two things.
1) I've completely failed at being myself.
2) I've screwed up someone else's life, but not my own.
My passion and curiousity for things begun to die. My coffee knowledge, my guitar theories, quick mathematical calculations, and my passion towards my mother tongue.
Very dishonourable. And everybody still hangs onto who I am.
Why?
Some people say that it's not worth it, and I don't deserve this. But if I've screwed up someone else's life really good, I've disgraced my own character. Yet, I'm better off as a loner.
If I were to be in a battlefield, and when the general gives the order to commence on the war, I'd be the first one who takes the opposing country's first blood before the rest.
And before I fall, and be forgotten.
I'm sorry.
Not because of what I've done.
But for who I've been. And who I am.
I can understand most of you can't forgive me.
It's okay.
I don't mind.
Death is just another phase of life.
So to who reads this sooner or later, make full use of what you have left in your life.
You may be a loser, an emo person, a happy person, or successful person.
Eventually, you will find your happiness.
An eternal one.
I lost mine.
And there's nothing I can do.
"To do music, you have to really sacrifice everything you've got."
And I just might.
Forgive me.
December approaches.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Have a white one.
Mine will be like any other ordinary day. Celebrations can always be postponed.
Even birthdays.
21.
Pfft.
Thank you to those who made my life worth living.
"Soon, I'll be free as a bird. And this bird, you cannot change."
But hey. You all would be happy soon, right?
Soon, there'll be one person less to worry about. Doesn't that sound good?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Just To Know.
Every time I switch on my laptop, besides to let it run to scan for viruses and playing music so I won't entirely go out of my mind, I look at my desktop picture.
That warm and agressive sunset.
Taken where, with who..?
.. ;(
That warm and agressive sunset.
Taken where, with who..?
.. ;(
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Never Judge A Book By Its Cover.
Fat.
Obese.
Not sexy looking.
Or yummy.
Not a looker.
Who cares. I lead my life as how I like it. And most people are okay with the way I am.
I'm imperfect in so many ways, yet people still accept me for who I am.
The beauty of life is when you feel numb.
What am I now?
I miss you.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
RE-viewing.
I've been studying, working, complaining, travelling, spending (!!!), and playing a lot of music lately, yet I'm still dissatisfied.
I don't know what is wrong with me, but I think I'm nearly reaching the peak of whatever I'm doing.
I've been feeling tired, like as if age was catching up. Stressed, not entirely moody, but just.. stressed for no reason.
Whenever class ends at 5pm, my eyes gets heavy and I don't even have the mood to do anything else. Even whenever it's work, or something else exciting, I'd just snap and lose my mood.
Sometimes, I even branch off to blankness when someone else is talking to me.
What's up with me, anyway?
Oh well.
For the moment, I can't be bothered.
But whenever I'm bothered again, this nonsense comes up.
.. So whatever.
I don't know what is wrong with me, but I think I'm nearly reaching the peak of whatever I'm doing.
I've been feeling tired, like as if age was catching up. Stressed, not entirely moody, but just.. stressed for no reason.
Whenever class ends at 5pm, my eyes gets heavy and I don't even have the mood to do anything else. Even whenever it's work, or something else exciting, I'd just snap and lose my mood.
Sometimes, I even branch off to blankness when someone else is talking to me.
What's up with me, anyway?
Oh well.
For the moment, I can't be bothered.
But whenever I'm bothered again, this nonsense comes up.
.. So whatever.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
My Ear-Ache.
Listening to the beats, over again.
It gets pretty frustrating when you've achieved something, but it doesn't work out right.
For example: putting a shark in the waters by itself, that's one thing. It'll happily swim around without disturbing you because it knows that it can't get to you.
But add a fish in, and the shark will gobble it up.
Then again, you add in a crocodile, both of them can't be bothered; The shark will continue swimming and the crocodile'd be somewhere sunbathing.
-_-
Same goes for my little project going on, requested by Schizzow.
Blerh.
I'm definitely losing my touch and there's no way I cannot admit it.
I get frustrated when I can't come up with self-time signature riffs.
I get frustrated when I can't even compose simple songs.
Now I can't even do music production?!
Sigh..
Whatever lah. I need sleep.
It gets pretty frustrating when you've achieved something, but it doesn't work out right.
For example: putting a shark in the waters by itself, that's one thing. It'll happily swim around without disturbing you because it knows that it can't get to you.
But add a fish in, and the shark will gobble it up.
Then again, you add in a crocodile, both of them can't be bothered; The shark will continue swimming and the crocodile'd be somewhere sunbathing.
-_-
Same goes for my little project going on, requested by Schizzow.
Blerh.
I'm definitely losing my touch and there's no way I cannot admit it.
I get frustrated when I can't come up with self-time signature riffs.
I get frustrated when I can't even compose simple songs.
Now I can't even do music production?!
Sigh..
Whatever lah. I need sleep.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Dash.
This is the first time in a long time I've felt a major flow of emotions.
I can't express about how much I dislike my arrogance and unattentive attitude towards someone who means something to me.
I'm.. sorry.
Heavy hearts are singing with a heavy note tonight.
.. Tonight.
God....
What have I done?
Rest well, please..
I'd be praying for you..
Like a double edged sword; my crippled heart says I'm sorry.
Like a double edged sword; it causes pain towards both - the target, and the bearer.
I can't express about how much I dislike my arrogance and unattentive attitude towards someone who means something to me.
I'm.. sorry.
Heavy hearts are singing with a heavy note tonight.
.. Tonight.
God....
What have I done?
Rest well, please..
I'd be praying for you..
Like a double edged sword; my crippled heart says I'm sorry.
Like a double edged sword; it causes pain towards both - the target, and the bearer.
Rindu sama you..
Damn it.
Damn it.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I Tried.
When I know the answers, I nail them right.
When I don't know the answers, I get them wrong.
I'm screwed. My confidence level is reduced by quite a bit.
When I don't know the answers, I get them wrong.
I'm screwed. My confidence level is reduced by quite a bit.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Oh Gords.
From the 9th to the 13th of February, would be my Mid Terms week.
And I just got to know that my Coffee Explorer Test is on the 11th of February, 6pm.
At this rate with my piling assignments, I'm also not sure how to manage everything.
Sigh.
And I just got to know that my Coffee Explorer Test is on the 11th of February, 6pm.
At this rate with my piling assignments, I'm also not sure how to manage everything.
Sigh.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Polyrhythmic.
I think I have to strut out my strange schedule and reality.
I just got tossed one assignment which is giler bapak pukimak tough like shit. Then Company Law's a strange deja vu as I took it 2 years ago. And Auditing is weird shit.
Then again, it's all about assignments and shit. So how's that going to be, yup ..
Thinking about it makes me depressed already..
I just got tossed one assignment which is giler bapak pukimak tough like shit. Then Company Law's a strange deja vu as I took it 2 years ago. And Auditing is weird shit.
Then again, it's all about assignments and shit. So how's that going to be, yup ..
Thinking about it makes me depressed already..
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Double Edged Sword.
For years in my life, I have made decisions that will cause sacrifices, therefore causing pain to both sides.
Today, I didn't break a heart. But I broke two.
Mine, and yours.
It was tougher than I thought. I never had the thought, until I read. Read what was on your mind. Looks like the one who faces life a lot better in a very wide aspect would be you. You always made the first step, and I always followed. But today, I decided to pull the first step - after you've already done it.
I am truly sorry. I never knew that the easiest way would be the toughest way for the both of us.
Why did I even exist.
It's not my fault, only voiced by you. But there's no one else to blame, but me. Because of the thought of the responsibility of taking care of you, and I gladly accepted it, is the reason why I have all rights to blame myself for what happened tonight.
So many words and tears were spoken and shed tonight. It was my first after so long. Now I know how hard it is to live life, to appreciate things and not to take things for granted.
I never regretted one bit of the time we spent during the last few months. But what I know that I will regret, would be my decision today.
The decision that caused pain by using the words of a double edged sword.
I have lost myself. And you're right. I need to find myself. I've been a ghastly figure with a shell for 9 months, and it's still the same. I need to find the person whom I once was.
The one where the spotlight shines for once, at least.
Today, I didn't break a heart. But I broke two.
Mine, and yours.
It was tougher than I thought. I never had the thought, until I read. Read what was on your mind. Looks like the one who faces life a lot better in a very wide aspect would be you. You always made the first step, and I always followed. But today, I decided to pull the first step - after you've already done it.
I am truly sorry. I never knew that the easiest way would be the toughest way for the both of us.
"Why did you have to come into my life, and then walk away?"
Why did I even exist.
It's not my fault, only voiced by you. But there's no one else to blame, but me. Because of the thought of the responsibility of taking care of you, and I gladly accepted it, is the reason why I have all rights to blame myself for what happened tonight.
So many words and tears were spoken and shed tonight. It was my first after so long. Now I know how hard it is to live life, to appreciate things and not to take things for granted.
I never regretted one bit of the time we spent during the last few months. But what I know that I will regret, would be my decision today.
The decision that caused pain by using the words of a double edged sword.
I have lost myself. And you're right. I need to find myself. I've been a ghastly figure with a shell for 9 months, and it's still the same. I need to find the person whom I once was.
The one where the spotlight shines for once, at least.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I Can't Explain This Strange Deja Vu ..
.. But I don't mind.
I hope to find the truth.
I hope to find the truth.
It's been a while since I last sat down and thought about things. Like who I want to be, who I once was, and have I improved in any way from a biased-free thought.
The answer is.. I've changed for the better, but good qualities from the past diminished slowly.
I don't know what I've become; and I don't know who I am anymore.
I've been trying to be understanding to some points in life, but I guess that's not turning out fine for me.
Although I stand with minor success, but I feel like I'm in the middle of a battlefield and the flames just gets bigger and bigger.
Who am I?
And who are you?
This is the point where people forget what you once were, and sees you for someone else. Someone new. Someone whom you aren't.
The years have passed, and the people we once knew, isn't the people we know. The appearance of them turns out to be the same, or different, but the soul that you once spoke with just...disappeared?
Where are you?
Every single day, I feel sleepy, not only because I've been reluctant to get adequate rest, but a part of me is losing it.
I'm slowly forgotten. Not by others..
.. But by myself.
The musical side may be a little bit dramatic, but it's like a symbiote that grows in me. The more I run away, the more music I listen, the more I forget, and the more problems accumulate.
.. Where do I go..?
I've lost a great amount of people, and I don't expect to blame anybody for the cause. This is because I am at fault.
The more hatred you have towards a certain individual,
allows evil to conquer your thoughts,
and kills your sanity.
allows evil to conquer your thoughts,
and kills your sanity.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Mirrored.
See the man, who stands in the mirror.
The one you could trust, or the one you could refer.
See the soul, whom slowly he tortures.
Is the light, or the darkness, the path he'd prefer?
Look again, and speak of what you fear.
The thoughts that breaks you into a child; and into tears.
Look again, and think before you speak.
Before your words spears through the weak.
The truth stands before you,
But to accept, or to risk, is not of what he would do.
The truth stands for the dummies,
The dummies speaks of nothing but philosophies.
The cold war, won by morons.
And death brought upon the fallen, to move on.
The next stage in life,
Where we all shall be..
The one you could trust, or the one you could refer.
See the soul, whom slowly he tortures.
Is the light, or the darkness, the path he'd prefer?
Look again, and speak of what you fear.
The thoughts that breaks you into a child; and into tears.
Look again, and think before you speak.
Before your words spears through the weak.
The truth stands before you,
But to accept, or to risk, is not of what he would do.
The truth stands for the dummies,
The dummies speaks of nothing but philosophies.
The cold war, won by morons.
And death brought upon the fallen, to move on.
The next stage in life,
Where we all shall be..
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I Have A Dream..
.. A song to sing..
I don't know what's going on in KL at the moment, but one thing's for sure. I'm staying back in Ikano.
I suspect next week's a busy week, and with its current condition, it would be not wise to be elsewhere.
Then again, everybody needs everyone, if you get what I'm saying.
Too bad I'm not 'everyone', or I would've helped everybody.
Back in Ikano probably on .. Tuesday? I can't seem to confirm my schedule here in KL because of family stuff.
The same ol' nonsensical stuff, yup.
Blasphemy.
I don't know what's going on in KL at the moment, but one thing's for sure. I'm staying back in Ikano.
I suspect next week's a busy week, and with its current condition, it would be not wise to be elsewhere.
Then again, everybody needs everyone, if you get what I'm saying.
Too bad I'm not 'everyone', or I would've helped everybody.
Back in Ikano probably on .. Tuesday? I can't seem to confirm my schedule here in KL because of family stuff.
The same ol' nonsensical stuff, yup.
Blasphemy.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
271108
Awaken by time,
Death by thoughts.
Cursed by living,
Bleed to spout.
Awaken by vision,
Death by memories.
Procrastination delays,
Knife in hand, bleed!
Sudden stop,
Guess the next step.
Tears withstood,
Pain, trapt.
The flower in your hand,
Wilts during the presence of the aura.
Something inexistent,
Something's that not meant to be.
Home, is not where I will be.
The vessel where I shall sleep..
4 more days,
Thou shan't see me.
Death by thoughts.
Cursed by living,
Bleed to spout.
Awaken by vision,
Death by memories.
Procrastination delays,
Knife in hand, bleed!
Sudden stop,
Guess the next step.
Tears withstood,
Pain, trapt.
The flower in your hand,
Wilts during the presence of the aura.
Something inexistent,
Something's that not meant to be.
Home, is not where I will be.
The vessel where I shall sleep..
4 more days,
Thou shan't see me.
Psychorhythmical.
I did my time and I want out
So effusive - Fade - It doesn't cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning - The sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts - Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in - getting smaller again
I'm Done! It has begun - I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial!
There are cracks in the road we laid
But where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
The hate was all we had
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now theres only emptiness
Vernomus insipid,
I think we're done - I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
THE LIMIT'S OF THE DEAD!
Fake anti- Fascist lie
I tried to tell you but
Your purple hearts are giving out
Can't stop a killing idea
If it's hunting season
Is this what you want?
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limit's of the dead...
So effusive - Fade - It doesn't cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning - The sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts - Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in - getting smaller again
I'm Done! It has begun - I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial!
There are cracks in the road we laid
But where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all
The hate was all we had
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now theres only emptiness
Vernomus insipid,
I think we're done - I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
THE LIMIT'S OF THE DEAD!
Fake anti- Fascist lie
I tried to tell you but
Your purple hearts are giving out
Can't stop a killing idea
If it's hunting season
Is this what you want?
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limit's of the dead...
Ever felt like giving up on everything due to tension?
It's like shit, honestly.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Hearing Someone Else's Pain.
.. Makes me realise that I've got a problem-free life.
Also, makes me realise about how much I can really care about others.
I have a feeling that I'm going to regret my future decision.
Come, December.
I ain't going to let something foolish and idiotic bring my spirits down.
Or maybe I'll just resign and be the irresponsible and happy-go-lucky person I once was.
Also, makes me realise about how much I can really care about others.
I have a feeling that I'm going to regret my future decision.
Come, December.
I ain't going to let something foolish and idiotic bring my spirits down.
Or maybe I'll just resign and be the irresponsible and happy-go-lucky person I once was.
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