hang in there.
you know it’s gonna get better aye.
and i need you to keep smiling aite?
cos you know, and i know.
and sometimes, that’s all that matters 
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Monthly Archives: March 2009
that i will learn.
that you will learn.
that mistakes will help us grow.
and faith that we will embrace the mistakes and not be afraid of the past anymore.
because as a wise man once said, the past works hand in hand with the devil, the past does not play fair, it hits you when you are at your lowest.
i dont believe that it was bad.
because honestly, it was, and still is, the best thing that has ever happened to me.
i meant everything that i ever said.
i meant it then.
if you ask me now id still tell you i did mean it.
and jus because things have changed doesn’t mean that i don’t still feel the same way that i always did.
and that’s because i never lied, i have never lied to you, and it kills me inside to know that you can’t say the same for yourself, and that you dont believe in me anymore.
and that you probably never will, ever again.
How long have I been in this storm
So over aware by the ocean’s shapeless form
Water is getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head
If I could just see you
Everything would be alright
If I see you
This darkness would turn to light
And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
And everything will be alright
I know you didn’t bring me out here to drown
So why am I ten feet under and upside down
Barely surviving has become my purpose
Cause I’m so used to living underneath the surface
If I could just see you
Everything would be alright
If I see you
This darkness would turn to light
And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
And I will walk on water
You will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
And everything will be alright
Now everything is alright
Everything’s alright.
You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don’t mind my nerve you can call it fiction
‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging
And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are
We’re still here
And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.
funny how lyrics seem to tell the story better than you can. haha. ah wells.
TWIXXXXXX!!
surviving on them. hehe. they keep me going 
sometimes, i laugh a lil more than i should.
sometimes, i cry a lil more than i should.
sometimes, i don see things the way most would.
sometimes, i don do things the way most would.
sometimes, i feel like crawling back into my shell, and just, well, be.
sometimes, i feel like shooting myself in the foot just to see if id would hurt more than, well, jus being.
sometimes, i whore myself to society, thinking that if im everybody’s best fren, everyone will love me back. just as much.
sometimes, i feel so shut off from everything and everyone around me (probably cos i crawled into my shell in the first place), so numb, that it feels like im not, well, me.
sometimes, i see the way ppl take everything for granted, take ppl for granted, and i think to myself, i will not go back to that cold, dark, place (my shell), and hide.
sometimes, i think back to a time when i was once in that cold, dark, place (when i tot that i wasn’t act in my shell), and wonder, if im back there again.
sometimes, i feel like i am of no worth, i mean nothing to the ppl, the world around me. call it wad you want, but it hurts.
and then there are times, when i see the dawn of a new day, signs of things to come, signs that everything that once seemed so meaningless when i looked out from that shell of mine, and i see that hey, that doesn’t have to be me. i don’t have to put myself thru this. i don’t have to put the ppl that ive hurt thru this. i don have to put the ppl that i love thru this.
beacause, sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you’ve been, and remember the person you were meant to be, the person you wanted to be, the person you are.
hey, sometimes, life sucks. so are you gonna pull up your socks and face up to it?
or are you gonna crawl back into that deep, dark, hole and hide?
you decide.
and then some.
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
I’m more than a bird
I’m more than a plane
I’m more than some pretty face beside a train
And it’s not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
‘Bout a home I’ll never see
It might sound absurd
But don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed
But won’t you conceive
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it’s not easy to be me
Up, up, and away, away from me
But it’s alright
You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy or anything
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me
Inside of me
Yeah, inside of me
Inside of me
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
I’m only a man looking for a dream
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
And it’s not easy
Oooo oooo oooo
It’s not easy
To be
Me.
no its not. hehe. chemistry very boring. sien. lalala.
I got my first real six string
Bought it at the five and dime
Played it till my fingers bled
Was the summer of ‘69
Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit, Jody got married
I should’ve known we’d never get far
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Yeah, I’d always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life (hey)
Ain’t no use in complainin’
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin’s down at the drive-in
And that’s when I met you! yeah
Standin’ on your mama’s porch
You told me that you’d wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
(oh ya!)
Back in the summer of ‘69
(oh)
Man we were killin’ time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin’ can last forever – forever, no…
(yeah)
And now the times are changin’
Look at everything that’s come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six string
I think about you wonder what went wrong
Standin’ on your mama’s porch
You told me that it’d last forever
and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life (oh yeah)
Back in the summer of ‘69 (uh huh)
It was the summer of 69 (oh yeah)
Me and my baby in 69
Oooh, hey
It was the summer
Summer, Summer of 69
Hey!
hahaha. lalala.
nyeheheh i love this pic hehehe
BEARR!
