Thursday, June 12, 2014
'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars
I'm gonna give you my heart
'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars
'Cause you light up the path
I don't care, go on and tear me apart
I don't care if you do, ooh
'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars
I think I saw you
'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars
I wanna die in your arms
'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I'm gonna give you my heart
I don't care, go on and tear me apart
I don't care if you do, ooh
'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars
I think I see you
I think I see you
You're a sky, you're a sky full of stars
Such a heavenly view
You're such a heavenly view
I'm gonna give you my heart
'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars
'Cause you light up the path
I don't care, go on and tear me apart
I don't care if you do, ooh
'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars
I think I saw you
'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars
I wanna die in your arms
'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I'm gonna give you my heart
I don't care, go on and tear me apart
I don't care if you do, ooh
'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars
I think I see you
I think I see you
You're a sky, you're a sky full of stars
Such a heavenly view
You're such a heavenly view
How far will this have to go...?
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Sometimes, I wonder if you really are who I thought you are... Perhaps it wasn't worth it all along.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Saturday, July 06, 2013
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death & sick as cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time
Big dreams, gangsta
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like - no please, stay here, we don't need no money, we could make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stay up waitin', anticipatin', and pacin' but, he was chasing paper
Caught up in the game - that was the last I heard
I will love you till the end of time I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
Oh baby who I will love you till the end of time
You went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
'Cause imma ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried
But when you walked out that door a piece of me died
Told you I wanted more, but that's not what I had in mind
Just want it like before
We were dancin' all night
Then they took you away, stole you out of my life
You just need to remember...
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time
Monday, April 29, 2013
Part of me won’t go away
Everyday reminded how much I hate it
Weighted against the consequences
Can’t live without it so it’s senseless
Wanna cut it out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole
Take control of my life
And wash out all the burnt taste
I made the problems in the first place
Hang my head low ‘cause it’s part of me
Ya hardly see right next to the heart of me
Heard of me the routine scar
New cuts cover where the old ones are
And now I’m sick of this
I can’t stand the sandpaper thoughts that grade on my sanity
I rather not even be then the man that’s staring in the mirror through me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
Freedom can be frightening if you've never felt it
Once it’s been dealt with you feel like you’ve been touched by something angelic
And then melted down into a pool of peace
Cease to be the animal you used to be
Remove the broken parts you know were wrong
And feel the karma when the problem’s all gone
And then you start to see another piece of yourself that you can’t let be
Memories of the last fight to free yourself
Take it to the depths of the bottom of the well
And now you know you can choose to lose the part in your heart
Where your insides bruised
You can live if you’re willing to
Put a stop to just what’s killing you
CUT MYSELF FREE WILLINGLY
STOP JUST WHAT'S KILLING ME
CUT MYSELF FREE WILLINGLY
STOP JUST WHAT'S KILLING ME
CUT MYSELF FREE WILLINGLY
STOP JUST WHAT'S KILLING ME
CUT MYSELF FREE WILLINGLY
STOP JUST WHAT'S KILLING ME
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
Alive in me, inside of me, a part of me screams away silently
This part of me won’t go away, part of me won’t go away
Everywhere I look around I see how everyone aught to be
Every time I see myself I see there’s always something wrong with me
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside, swallowing me
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside, swallowing me....
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside, swallowing me....
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
I think it should just be a general rule, to never read your old blog posts. Firstly, it's a painful reminder of how you were once that carefree lad. Secondly, it's also a painful reminder of how much of a douche bag you once were.