Don't think i want many people to know bout this blog. but i guess many people don't even bother.
& these fights they climb through my veins like its mecury rising
and these nights I seem to remember a home that was better
and now he's turning off
and now she's shutting down
and its not what it seems nothings the same when you give it away
no its not what it seems
its just what you think it is
and now he's turning off his family's breaking down
and it's not what it seems nothings the same when you give it away
no it's not what it seems
LADY LUCK, what the fuck?
Dunno what im catching, some sorta bug it cant be contagious seems like im the only one suffering.
But saying thats indifferent for there are always other worse off. i know its cliche, but whats worse than one's dreams shattered, the bar set too low, rigid, even i cant move it.
tomorrow should be better, but how nice would it be to have someone on the same level, or maybe having to face the same bar, maybe to atempt to limbo under it only to hit chins and break our necks. HAH! how morbid. i think the backstreet boys were right " sadness is beautiful, but loneliness is tradgical".
