Sunday, 8 November 2009
Saturday, 7 November 2009
In a fit of lonliness and madness
I have done stupid things to my hair in the name of experimentation. I'm terrified of doing anything right now for fear of exploding as a result of all this hairspray!!!!!!
ABCBDEFD
There is a thousand different places,
Where I would like to be,
From the plains of Easter Island,
To the bottom of the sea,
But until these roads are run,
Until they all shut down,
I will never escape this prison,
My life now has become,
I long to stand beneath the rain,
In Japan and in Peru,
But these aftershocks keep telling me,
There's things I need to do,
For when the timing's right,
And when the deed is done,
There are many things I'll understand,
But I'll never get your plight,
And in this distant far off land,
Where I begin again,
I'll take your hand to comfort you,
And shelter from the rain.
Where I would like to be,
From the plains of Easter Island,
To the bottom of the sea,
But until these roads are run,
Until they all shut down,
I will never escape this prison,
My life now has become,
I long to stand beneath the rain,
In Japan and in Peru,
But these aftershocks keep telling me,
There's things I need to do,
For when the timing's right,
And when the deed is done,
There are many things I'll understand,
But I'll never get your plight,
And in this distant far off land,
Where I begin again,
I'll take your hand to comfort you,
And shelter from the rain.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Yes I will always be your friend,
No doubt until the bitter end,
But when you realise what you've lost,
I hope you know the price it cost,
I was there when you needed me,
But you weren't there when I needed you,
And again, again,
I'll pick up those pieces,
Until my brain and heart it ceases,
To recognise just where you stand,
And take the endless pain at hand,
And bares the burden forever fought,
Until this lesson has been taught.
No doubt until the bitter end,
But when you realise what you've lost,
I hope you know the price it cost,
I was there when you needed me,
But you weren't there when I needed you,
And again, again,
I'll pick up those pieces,
Until my brain and heart it ceases,
To recognise just where you stand,
And take the endless pain at hand,
And bares the burden forever fought,
Until this lesson has been taught.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Odd
Maybe I'm in a bad mood, although I don't think I am, but I keep getting an urge to punch certain people in the face.
It's odd. I'm sure it'll pass.
It's odd. I'm sure it'll pass.
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