you throw love, hate, and god around like they're just words put on paper. as if they mean nothing at all. you throw me around as if i'm just another story. i mean nothing at all. but you mean nothing at all. you live your life in the slow lane, each car passing reminding you of how you're running out of gas and you're ten minutes late for...everything. you tell me you wouldn't mind dying. not living past 30. could it be because you sit around all day and worry about how you look, as opposed to your goals, dreams, and life in general? do you ever think? do you ever feel? you break hearts left and right and never seem to give a damn, but as soon as your heart is mentioned it's a tragic story of love, loss, and "oh nevermind. lets change the subject." but what about every girl that put her heart on the line for you? what about every girl that dealt with your shit just as long as i did? what about every other fool just like me who believed every word you said after you convinced them to, then got heartbroken, bruised, and left in the cold after so long? it's about damn time someone stands up and shows you how wrong you are. i know how you work. i've heard it all. i know just about everything about you and how you play your games. don't play games with someone who can play them better. but i'm not sinking down to your level because your level is hell. i've been there before. i'm staying on my level. and honestly, you dont know how i work. you'll find out.
finished a song i've been working on.
this one's actually gonna get recorded.
myspaced.
and hopefully just out there. at all. anywhere.
PS - it's really cool to get back on this thing to find a comment on my last post. it makes me happy, like someone actually reads this stuff. whoevers been commenting, thank you. =] <3
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