life is a paradox.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

time.

many have definitely heard about the saying,

"time will heal all wounds... (on the surface)."

and how time will tell if the love is true, whether it was meant holding on or not.

but what will time tell, be it a year or two, if it has never really moved on?

Monday, February 23, 2009

hear my prayer, please.

*gasp*

And it all happens again.

Jolt me up to the break of dawn,
only greeted by the picture I've drawn.
Never forget that the world revolves,
as these wet eyes mocks my resolve.

Light a stick, as I walked these streets,
comes a thought my mind will never treat.
The journey I started will never stop,
till the day my heart has reached the top.

They scream, "love is a puzzle, you fix in life."
the pieces fit in - what a perfect lie.
If that is so, I'll need help tonight,
cause I've lost my purpose... and it's hard to find.

I ask not for fortune nor for fame,
for that is just the rich man's game.
I ask for one thing and that is all,
so hear my prayer, ol' mighty god.

"I know I've sinned and I know I'm wrong.
But I'm out of luck and I need some help.
I loved a girl but I left her there,
embarking on a journey much too far away.
So please,
this is all I ask,
to hold her when I'm not around,
love her when she's down and out,
and bless her when she needs the help.
I'm sorry to have asked that much,
but that's all I'll ever ask.
So al'mighty, please.
Listen... to my plea."

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

write me a lie and i'll live by it.

liar liar,
heart on fire.
write me a lie,
and with it we'll lie.

take my hand,
and i'lll cross my heart.
lead me out of here,
with love there's nothing to fear.

mystery mystery,
make all else history.
they say, "love me and let me go"
and you said, "love me and let us go."

Monday, February 16, 2009

blue october - hate me

(mv)

Hey Justin this is your mother, it is 2:33 on monday afternoon
I was just calling to see how you were doing,
you sounded really uptight last night it made me a little nervous.
I just wanted to make sure that you were really OK and wanted to see
if you were checked in on your medications.
You know I love ya, see ya, bye bye.

I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you, Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face
And will you never try to reach me, it is I that wanted space

(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.

I'm sober now for 3 whole months
It's one accomplishment that you helped me with.
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again.
In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate.
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I'll never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I have made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "Make it go away!"
Just make her smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"

(Chorus)
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

driftwood.

why is it that you still sway me so, you are like the sea and me, a driftwood.

i'm already perspiring from the irony; though drifting with the waves of uncertainty, i know i'll never be where you'd be.