

dont forgetdo not forget do not forget those you leave do not forget the memories you had the times you cherished together those who gave those difficult farewells do not forgetdont forget
do not forget the love you were shown do not forget the things you were told the way that others made you feel how it felt for their final embrace do not forget do not forget raw emotions do not forget this poor helpless soul for i never will not forget you i will not forget the love i felt do not forget do not forget how real it felt do not forget for memories are all that i h


hoplessly alonealone awaiting a word that is never uttered listening for a sound never made waiting for an event never to occur looking for a sight not to be seen striving for impossibilities only to fall short disappointment sweeps and covers undeserving yet irremovable guilt that lacks any warrant but guilt that feels so justified sadness that cannot be quelched yet so accustomed it cant be noticed where does it end when does it end when is the happy ending arriving when is my cliche idealogical finish im awaiting, im listening, im waiting, im looking &nbhoplessly alone


how things changei feel the scars that never heal the permanence is so surreal the sorrow that begins to creep the sorrow that brings me to weephow things change
the sorrow that wont leave me be the sorrow that is blinding me the sorrow that is all i see the sorrow from which i cant be free
everything used to be so great one day it changed and now i hate the feelings that i can still feel so painful that i know its real
alone and with nowhere to go no matter the place my sorrow grows screw this life its so full of pain so with my blood its going to rain


runaway puppeti'm tired of competing for a love that's fleeting my heart is for beating you take it and start eatingrunaway puppet
she asks me what is so wrong hands a pad and a pencil i scribble that we can't belong with you my life is downhill
lead me on toss me aside i'm only there so time you bide yet you keep me on this ride until all this fake love dies
now i'm on this lonely walk with noone here beside me with noone i can talk but that fact can set me free
let me go break my chains end everlasting strain you are always in my brai
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Dear Lord, bless this rocket house and all those who live within this rocket house.
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Dear Lord, bless this rocket house and all those who live within this rocket house.
But not nearly as crazy as you.
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Great fiction is really just elaborate lies.
Bradley, I want you to remember the wise words of Conor Oberst:
**"Our eyes must do some raining if we're ever going to grow...so that's why I'm saying don't worry, because now I've got your back, and everytime you feel like crying, I'm gonna try to make you laugh. And if you can't and if it hurts to bad we'll just wait for it to pass and I'll sit with you throughout these days so long and black."**
The man's a genius, not gonna lie.
And you've got your own genius.
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Great fiction is really just elaborate lies.
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