:D

Gotta love it when someone says:

I think...
 ...you're special. Like, hard-to-find-special.
 Like, oh-shit-don't-fuck-this-up special.


Fucking love my life.

Poof!

I'd love to go somewhere else in time, basically any time but here.

Who do you carry that torch for, my young man?

Yesterday was nice... and it wasn't so nice.

Met a few more people I didn't know I was related to.

Just sucked about the situation. R.I.P. nanny Watts.

Sing.

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls.
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world.
Sing it from the heart.
Sing it 'til you're nuts.
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts.
Sing it for the deaf.
Sing it for the blind.
Sing about everyone that you left behind.
Sing it for the world, sing it for the world.

And... Break.

I can't do anything spectacular.

As a wannabe perfectionist, it's kinda annoying.

Can't do a lil heart in here.

So lets slow dance to our own heart beats?

Rage.

I can't explain what it is, so Ima just ramble about it. It's like one of those things everyone does and I do, quite often and I see everyone else doing, but when it happens to you, or me, mainly, for the point of this, it really gets to me, kinda makes me angry, or sometimes makes me go =/ mood, whatever you wanna call that... Idk why though (this makes sense to me)...

Moving.

So I'm getting a flat, with Liza.

HOLYFUCKINGSHITTHAT'SSOFUCKINGAWESOMEICAN'TWAIT.

Atmosphere - Sad Clown

This world ain't a wasteland,
It just taste that way some times.
It depends on the angle,
On how you read your lines.

For every brick we stack to come together to build,
There's a sick little crack in this foundation still.
Humans! I can't accept them.
Trying to understand them,
And what fuels them and their essence.
I'm looking for some leverage.
Catch up, trying to catch me.
Curse-ed, depress-ed.
Here to make you happy.

'Hey daddy tell me why the clown is crying.'
'Well son he's got the task of cheering up the ill and dying.
On top of that everybody thinks that he's insane.
Can't fathom why he'd wanna ease their pain.'

Walking through this maze made of concrete walls,
When you're not allowed to climb there's no way to possibly
fall.
When your hands are restricted to hold nothing but self,
How can you get a grip?
How can you pick up what you're dealt?

The clown stays sad.
The ground stays hard.
With a couple pounds of migraine, a pocket full of scars.
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon,
continuing the bad dream till he wakes up gone.



One for a walk, but always stood.
(Would you help him, if you could?)

One for a walk, but always stood.
(Would you help him, if you could?)

One for a walk, but always stood.
(Would you help him, if you could?)

One for a walk, but always stood.
(Would you help him, if you could?)

Do they see me?
Do they know that I exist?
I know they do.
I can tell by the way they wave their fists.

Weirdo. Freak.
Words of endearment ring in my ears
And cling onto my tears.

My purpose on this earth was to brighten the sun ray,
At the circus or parade, house call on a birthday.
A bag of balloons, I can build you a farm.
Became worthless when they took away both of my arms.

Snake charms.
Magic tricks.
The world is flat.
And the traffic is thick.

Got my back to the wind as I watch the inhabitants.
Every thought I come across is bigger than this planet is.
I used to be a normal person,
But I held a hunger to experience it firsthand.
I wanted to turn every frown upside down.
Some how my feet separated from the ground.

And the clown stays sad the people stay lost.
Nah, the people are sad, we lost the clown.
But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon,
And it will stay that way until the break of dawn.

So throw your hands in the air!

Srlsy, would have died by now if it wasn't for this song.

"There are these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my...
There are these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors, there are these terrors
Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors, there are these terrors
And it's like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing and
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat"

Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions
Don't you breathe for me
Undeserving of your sympathy
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep

The hardest part is letting go of your dreams

A drink for the horror that I'm in
For the good guys, and the bad guys
For the monsters that I've been
Three cheers for tyranny
Unapologetic apathy
Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again

And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep

The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen

"...Sometimes I see flames.
And sometimes I see people that I love dying and... it's always..."

Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up

"And I can't... I can't ever wake up."

Guess what?

You're my moody, hypocritical, contradicting bitch who's occassionally funny, very caring and understanding. And I wouldn't change you for the world.


Cause I love you.

You mean everything to me.

Hey, hey,

hey.

Hurry up?

Please?

Well...

I'm not sure I understand where this is going, could you possibly explain instead of making me read YOUR FREAKIN' MIND?!

Btw, I can't read minds. Sorry.