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10/2008

The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus- Your Guardian Angel


"When I see your smile,

Tears run down my face,

I can't, replace…

And now that I'm stronger I've figured out,

How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul,

And I know, I'll find, deep inside me, I can be the one…"

 

And when something's changing you can feel it, you know it's never gonna be the same, you realize that your dreams are crashing down like falling stars… and that bitter pieces or silence remain, burning you from the inside.. and what can you do now? I never saw this coming.

 

"I will never let you fall,

I'll stand up with you forever,

I'll be there for you through it all,

Even if saving you sends me to heaven.."

 

What, was I never there? Have I been looking from too far away so you thought you were lonely? Well, you were never lonely- you were always the one. And god dammit, there's been lots of ones like you, but you stayed the longest. Every time something like this happens, I keep thinking.. really- what's wrong with me? There is something very basic with how I handle things which is just wrong. I've been falling for so long… can someone please pick me up?

 

"it's ok, it's ok, it's ok..

Seasons are changing,

And waves are crashing,

And starts are falling, all for us..

Days grow longer, and nights grow shorter,

I can show you I'll be the one…"

 

It's not ok. It was never ok.. all I wanted was someone to care for, and someone to care for me.. I never got those two together. It's ironic that the person that cares for everyone never gets cared for… like a wolf, I prowl the wilderness, lonely, no pack..

It's just me and the world now. And FUCK the world.

It's just me.

 

"Use me as you will,

Pull my strings just for a thrill,

And I know I'll be ok,

Though my skies are turning gray.."

 

My god, it was such a mistake. 2 years from now. 2 years left. I can't believe it.. as always, I'll come running back to you. pathetic. Something must be done.

Suggestions, anyone?

נכתב על ידי עוד אחד שכותב. , 25/10/2008 14:23  
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