slow waves move in
this once perfect town
wrecked
another lost
3 more found
this is surely not the end
we tryed
but
its just to late
pray
pray
PRAY
for a safe return
this cant be the end
she sat there
overlooking the shaddered dreams
of so many
ship wrecked on a broken down version of gilligans island
whats left of her is damaged
shes damaged
they all see it
they see through her
her smile tells stories
of infedelity
of lost innocence
of
a fragile soul
destroyed
with just one touch
the waves crashed hard now
to the walls of whats left standing
she crumbles
no pressures worth this
waves settle to a stream
in the north
washing away all trace
of this beautiful place
denying all exsistence
of any
one single
rose ring
left
take this she said
its all thats left
make a name and
be true to yourself
you
hate this place and so do i
but you got time
and i got nothing
leave now
the waves are sure to find us
run
run
RUN
Friday, May 25, 2007
ill write you just to let you no im alright
a year a fun
and maybe to much fun is true
slipped grades
and bonding friendships
lifes never been better
its only one year
and so much has changed
she'll never understand
to her she's still that little
girl in pig tails
needing answers
for everything unknown and out of touch
friendships wont be broken
and drivings
well worth it
lets take off
and forget about
all this here
no one gets out of this town alive
so
lets get out why we can
leave a note and take some money
lets just drive
untill
we figure more out
lets escape
this horrible place
and be
best friends in a
better better place
and maybe to much fun is true
slipped grades
and bonding friendships
lifes never been better
its only one year
and so much has changed
she'll never understand
to her she's still that little
girl in pig tails
needing answers
for everything unknown and out of touch
friendships wont be broken
and drivings
well worth it
lets take off
and forget about
all this here
no one gets out of this town alive
so
lets get out why we can
leave a note and take some money
lets just drive
untill
we figure more out
lets escape
this horrible place
and be
best friends in a
better better place
Friday, May 18, 2007
caught up in circles
she stands there half impaired
half intoxicated
every bitter feeling she intended to
"shake off" haunts her
each breath in is a reminder
of her failures
one more stab from unexpected sources
one bitter smile from the woman claiming parenthood
one cold stare from a distant relative
one more disappointed sigh from "best friends"
no air remains for her breath to take
no deep breaths the waters filling fast
shes slipping
no handle on whats left of her
once imperfect but
souly better then now life
she smiles
as they pile on more and more
guilt for not caring
or caring to much
responsibility
pressure
everyone caves
its family tradition
so its expected
carring the wait of the world
is never easy
but shed take that over
disappointing
everyone anymore
grades cant be good enough
money doesnt come easy enough
or in mass supply
she cant take it
only outlets are slowly stolen
and secret coves invaded
so now weres there to go
hidden behind deep
walls of internet security
she pores every secret she holds
in hope that noone or anyone will find them
half intoxicated
every bitter feeling she intended to
"shake off" haunts her
each breath in is a reminder
of her failures
one more stab from unexpected sources
one bitter smile from the woman claiming parenthood
one cold stare from a distant relative
one more disappointed sigh from "best friends"
no air remains for her breath to take
no deep breaths the waters filling fast
shes slipping
no handle on whats left of her
once imperfect but
souly better then now life
she smiles
as they pile on more and more
guilt for not caring
or caring to much
responsibility
pressure
everyone caves
its family tradition
so its expected
carring the wait of the world
is never easy
but shed take that over
disappointing
everyone anymore
grades cant be good enough
money doesnt come easy enough
or in mass supply
she cant take it
only outlets are slowly stolen
and secret coves invaded
so now weres there to go
hidden behind deep
walls of internet security
she pores every secret she holds
in hope that noone or anyone will find them
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Every word gets you a step closer to hell
FIrst:Ill say sorry (thAts all)
Life
this is what it amounts to these days:
thirteens a real rough age to give up all hope
you never expected me to get were i am
the baby
your supposed
to have faith
you lost me
with every infectious word that spilled
from that filth you called a mouth
ive had more "fathers"
than the congregation at the vatican
your a poor excuse of a mother
i wish he never left
and yet i cant blame him
you always fret
the little things
and never let love in
you see
its sad
how u act
it makes me sick to
even see you
your jaded
pure intoxication
for 18 years
do you even no who i am
im not who you think
you make me out to be
the biggest faux pa
in your life
15 is an early age to escape
i got out lucky
but you get worse everyday
habitually speaking your an alcoholic
or should i say drunk
you cant admit to a thing
i turned out ok
no thanks to you
grandma did more than you
(now shes gone and im all alone)
siblings act like more of parent than u ever did
what id kill to have you
see you for who you really are
you call and ask others how i am
i have a number you no
ask me
they dont no either
i cant say i hate you
because i dont
i love you
but you'll never let me in
you dont give me a chance
im not so bad
i didnt make him leave
you cheated face it
i dont blame you fully
he ruined you
turned you black inside
its terrible how
blank you are
you're a train wreck of the worst kind
life didnt give up on you
you gave up on it
Life
this is what it amounts to these days:
thirteens a real rough age to give up all hope
you never expected me to get were i am
the baby
your supposed
to have faith
you lost me
with every infectious word that spilled
from that filth you called a mouth
ive had more "fathers"
than the congregation at the vatican
your a poor excuse of a mother
i wish he never left
and yet i cant blame him
you always fret
the little things
and never let love in
you see
its sad
how u act
it makes me sick to
even see you
your jaded
pure intoxication
for 18 years
do you even no who i am
im not who you think
you make me out to be
the biggest faux pa
in your life
15 is an early age to escape
i got out lucky
but you get worse everyday
habitually speaking your an alcoholic
or should i say drunk
you cant admit to a thing
i turned out ok
no thanks to you
grandma did more than you
(now shes gone and im all alone)
siblings act like more of parent than u ever did
what id kill to have you
see you for who you really are
you call and ask others how i am
i have a number you no
ask me
they dont no either
i cant say i hate you
because i dont
i love you
but you'll never let me in
you dont give me a chance
im not so bad
i didnt make him leave
you cheated face it
i dont blame you fully
he ruined you
turned you black inside
its terrible how
blank you are
you're a train wreck of the worst kind
life didnt give up on you
you gave up on it
Monday, May 7, 2007
shedding this lifestyle ruins all summer fun
This city says
Come hell or high water
When I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing
Be it heart or hospital::Fall out boy **Inspiration**
she glanced up
at the girl she used to be
nostalgic for train wrecks
she thinks to her self
about
the things she'd do
old habbits die hard
but this one just wont quit
defeats not exceptable
and behind the [smiles]
is pure agony
to escape
from who she is now
do you even want to
continue
with friends like this
who needs enemies
lifes full of
awkward glances
intoxication
in the rarest form
fill my head with lyrics
and it never stops wirling
fill my head with knowledge and
its dead on arrival
writers block is pointless
throw words down and grasp from those
i cnat fix
your problems
but i promise not to tell
trust me
ill forget before i get the chance
1/2 second attention span
leaves me wrestles
for better things
this is old and im
drawing a blank
van gough's
rolling in his grave
at this poor excuse for art
love me please
so at least some one does
Come hell or high water
When I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing
Be it heart or hospital::Fall out boy **Inspiration**
she glanced up
at the girl she used to be
nostalgic for train wrecks
she thinks to her self
about
the things she'd do
old habbits die hard
but this one just wont quit
defeats not exceptable
and behind the [smiles]
is pure agony
to escape
from who she is now
do you even want to
continue
with friends like this
who needs enemies
lifes full of
awkward glances
intoxication
in the rarest form
fill my head with lyrics
and it never stops wirling
fill my head with knowledge and
its dead on arrival
writers block is pointless
throw words down and grasp from those
i cnat fix
your problems
but i promise not to tell
trust me
ill forget before i get the chance
1/2 second attention span
leaves me wrestles
for better things
this is old and im
drawing a blank
van gough's
rolling in his grave
at this poor excuse for art
love me please
so at least some one does
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