As the columns come crashing down.
I am glad you graced me with your presence.
I moved to:
Here
You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscence.
Paint me something pretty.
Take it in, it's not too much to see.
We knew this moment was ours, don't give it up or chase it away.
The seams on our tale start to fray.
Draw the blinds and lock the door. I'm treading water, far from shore.
The water serves to break my fall. Open up my lungs and hear my call.
This could be so much more than anything ever before.
If you put your faith in me I promise one thing, I'll never let go, never let you go.
Put your faith in me and step off the edge, I promise I'll break your fall.
You will fly if you take the plunge.
You said it couldn't be done, I said it's never been done.
This could be so much more than anything ever before.
If you put your faith in me I promise one thing, I'll never let go, never let you go.
I'm calling out to you, can you hear me?
Just believe in me. Just believe in us.
Happy thoughts like Peter Pan. The imagination of a boy that shows we all can fly.
Fly away with me.
You said it can't be done, I said it's never been done.
Just close your eyes and take my hand.
Follow me to Neverland.
This is our happy ending.
This is our answered prayer.
Veek-Tor-Re-Yer.
I will eat your lies and love its poison.
I've the superpowers to get distracted easily.
Sometimes, just because I'm listening and talkng to you, it doesn't mean we are friends.
Music circulates my blood, its rhythm runs in my veins.
I don't believe in second chances. There is a reason why it didn't work at the first time.
I swear. I have a high tendency to irritate and get irritated.
I am easily knocked over. I talk without much thinking. I do things without a particular reason. I take notice of things too much sometimes.
I don't give you the truth all the time. I dont't tell you the facts right in your face. I'll feed you lies sometimes.
And I don't deal with things the perfect way.
Most of the times, I'll argue with you for no reason whatsoever. But I usually have a pretty damn good excuse.
By the end of the day, some will love me, some will hate me. I don't mind which.
As long as you're not in that mid-ground where you love me one minute and want to rip my head off the next.
Because if things are that way, I'll make you hate me through and through.
I would like to meet people who can entertain me without having to try. Because I get bored easily.
I would love to have lots of money. I don't mind if I drown in it.
Friday, June 20, 2008
An endless wait was what it took to kill me.
These few days had been pretty okay.
Revelations after revelations. Incidents that kept me thinking all night.
I've been living a life that feels like it's not mine.
Im not bothering to keep up with it. I'm not bothering to catch up with a few friends.
I'm caring so little for it that it almost seems as if I'm forgetting.
I don't seem to have the energy to live. I don't even have the energy to breathe.
It's just plain tiredness. Plain sick of life. Sick of living and breathing.
I can't say why some people find love when others walk alone.
Why some feel free when others carry chains.
I can't say why some doors open but some stay slammed.
Why some people seem to have perfect families when others live among the screaming, the slamming doors.
When you take one step too much, they'll think you're not good.
When you cry one tear too much, they'll think your unhappy.
When you scream once more, they think you're insane.
But when you tell them the truth, they'll bail out on you.
They dont understand, because they dont want to. They want life to be perfect.
Sometimes, it feels hard to breathe when I'm in a room.
It's hard to feel like I don't have to be perfect.
Perfection or happiness? Give me the former anytime.
I had never thought of life without having the duty to be perfect.
I tried to remember the things that made me happy.
I miss the feeling of being carefree. It's been so long since I walked down the roads with a friend, just talking plain nonsense and feeling nothing but bliss.
Hearing the roar of traffic drowning out our voices, and shouting to be heard.
I had already long forgotten the feeling of a smile crawling up my face. Long forgotten what a genuine smile feels like.
What are people expecting from hiding their hurt with fake laughter?
What are people expecting from running away from their true feelings?
What are people expecting from an endless wait?
What are people expecting from trying to hunt for a key that cannot be found?
What are people expecting from staying on the spot and hoping that someone would take your hand and lead you on?
I expected something. And I got nothing.
I expected nothing. And I got nothing. It felt so much better this way.
Well, dear sirs and madams, history's not going to repeat.
I'm not letting myself live and then die a second time.
Revival is the most stupid thing that someone can do.
Stab me in the heart a million times. I dont care.
I am already sixty feet beneath the earth.
Well, I do have a heart. A heart that beats no more.
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