If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the 'no's on their 'vacancy' signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
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So what if you can see the darker side of me?
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,tame.
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
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'cause a star can only get you so far
and it doesn't matter who you are
'cause the sky looks better from the ground anyway
you never know what you've got
and even if you do,
it don't mean it's gonna stay
you only live once and i'm living for today.
that somehow means alot to me.
awesome awesome programme... i guess for me, i knew exactly what he was talking about. how many times have i told people the same things? and yet this is the paradox i'm presented with, you can say things but that doesn't mean you yourself believe them.
self-esteem. another thing. i do like myself. maybe i don't love myself because i always think i'm not strong enough for people to look at and go,"Wow." like that Cupcake Brown, or Oprah, or Ashley. but you know what. it doesn't matter. i AM strong in my own right.
thank yous to people except my mom and dad, because it's too personal.
B and Sum, thank you so much for being there... in some of my best and worst times ever. the three of us aren't gonna let go. we're fighters, survivors. and i don't care what we have to do to succeed, we will succeed.
Ben, you're my sunshine, for real. sometimes the only reason i bother storming into class every day is to see your face. and i miss you. i miss you. i can't and won't ever forget you.
Bel, we don't talk as much as the rest of the people i just mentioned... but you mean alot to me too. you're always there to whup my ass when it gets too far out of line, i appreciate that. i will help you and be there for you. even if you don't care.
there are a thousand more i should thank... but time is slipping by, and the monosyllable of the clock is loss, loss, loss... this time though, it's loss of time and nothing else.
i dare you to pick yourself up off the floor.
Basecodes: Detonatedlove
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Scripts: Dynamic Drive
3:31 AM, Monday, April 14, 2008
so don't wish upon a star'cause a star can only get you so far
and it doesn't matter who you are
'cause the sky looks better from the ground anyway
you never know what you've got
and even if you do,
it don't mean it's gonna stay
you only live once and i'm living for today.
that somehow means alot to me.
awesome awesome programme... i guess for me, i knew exactly what he was talking about. how many times have i told people the same things? and yet this is the paradox i'm presented with, you can say things but that doesn't mean you yourself believe them.
self-esteem. another thing. i do like myself. maybe i don't love myself because i always think i'm not strong enough for people to look at and go,"Wow." like that Cupcake Brown, or Oprah, or Ashley. but you know what. it doesn't matter. i AM strong in my own right.
thank yous to people except my mom and dad, because it's too personal.
B and Sum, thank you so much for being there... in some of my best and worst times ever. the three of us aren't gonna let go. we're fighters, survivors. and i don't care what we have to do to succeed, we will succeed.
Ben, you're my sunshine, for real. sometimes the only reason i bother storming into class every day is to see your face. and i miss you. i miss you. i can't and won't ever forget you.
Bel, we don't talk as much as the rest of the people i just mentioned... but you mean alot to me too. you're always there to whup my ass when it gets too far out of line, i appreciate that. i will help you and be there for you. even if you don't care.
there are a thousand more i should thank... but time is slipping by, and the monosyllable of the clock is loss, loss, loss... this time though, it's loss of time and nothing else.
i dare you to pick yourself up off the floor.