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| How NaiveThe last post was never made to be for a single person but for many people in general...
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| Incarnation bluesTime moves slowly as we pass by the ancient but mordern days of our lives.. passing the statues of dead old people... never knowing whether he is watching whether he cares... such things dont really stir the thoughts of my incomplete and hollow mind... cynical... mmmm.... so you can try to take them down beat the to the ground but they will see u screaming in the depths of your lonely mind... My hate cannot be found for the world i live in isnt yours to be in...theres always a time to dicriminate, hate every motherfucker thats in ur way... old fashion fachism has to take it away.. everything has formed to pieces, young and hostile but not stupid, we need guidence we've been mislead, corporate leaders policticians kids cant voted adults elect them, signs that caution 16's unsafe, we never wanted to be abused we never give up its no use, if we're fucked up ur to blame...drown us with rules of caution, teenage rules they're fucked and boring... no point asking where i am, whats i'm doing or where i'm going... when ure sad when ure lonely no one else can help u but me, i dont care if the world hates me if u hate me if he hates me....i'm never easy, i might seem so, its hard to show i dont care cause i do...its not about me anymore, its all about u... Its been awhile since i've gone and fucked things up just like i always do, but all that shit seems to disappear when i'm with you... today i'm dirty i want to be pretty, tommorow i'm just dirt...we're dead and we know just who we are... some children died the other day, we fed machines and then we prayed..we are the nobodies and we wanna be somebody's....the dead would know just who we are... all the times that i felt like this wont end, its for u, and i would taste soemthing i could not have, was from you... I'm not sorry i met you.... | | |
| Why?black lining in beautiful eyes, makes my day makes me cry...this time i was too dumb to run, too dead to die...
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| A boy on a stringI sit here day and night
Wishing with all my might
That one day you will see
How much you mean to me
You're like an angel sent from above
And I want you to trust me with your love
I don't see you everyday
But you're in my heart anyway
You're gentle, kind, and sweet
And I'm praying the next day we meet
You'll fall in love with me
And then you'll finally see
What I've been feeling all this time
Wishing you were mine.
i'm a boy on a string dangle on it with the hope of you loving me, reach down inside pull my heart with all my might
You really are my angel so bright...
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| The Pain...How is it that u'd not be ready, u werent the time before and u arent now, it cannot be that i wasnt right, i am i wil and always will be...you just cant see it, why not me, i could've made it right, i know i could, i'm older now..i love....but having no love coming back, its the pain that matters, its the fact thats painful, no i cant care, i wont want to, but i do...
I said to u, the world, how important it is to be free..you didnt take my advice, u're bound up you're stuck up you're disgusting. i saw a man today he came up to me and tried to start a conversation, he was a lonely man, talking bout the weather itreid to give him my attention, but his vast stupidty and blindness made me drowsy, i couldnt even see it myself, it happens that i'd just threw up on him....he wasnt pleased...and i couldnt stop laughing...
Amazingly i could wake up today and not wishing to sleep forever, but rather wishing not to ever wake up... does that make sense of course it doesnt, cynical they called me, such a young age, hah! Could you ever imagine the media calling me cynical, dont you think why?, why did he make this world this way, why did he write this play, i lost it, the feeling, the drive, the mojo... feelings, opportunity, disgust and envy, its going thru my mind. I never wonder, now i'm wondering...
You are to me what i want to be
Never caring always free
Free to fly
Just to pass by
Not me i'm not free
not even to be me
Always a mask
Never to ask
Why can't i be free?
Cynical as i am
i'm stuck in a jam
Cheated by a sham
See? i dont give a damn...
See if you care
Or if you don't dare
Maybe i gave you a scare
Even if you dont try
You dont have to cry
You can always lay down, and die...
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