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Name: >>SOmeThing<<
Gender: Male
Interests: Anything that's shiny, colorful, or edible...
Expertise: I'm a expert "Cutie pie." :)
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Member Since:
9/4/2004
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| It's funny how such a small basic factor of life can change your outlook on life. I sprained my ankle the other day and now I have to wear a cast and walk really slow...I never realized how fars things were or how hard it is to get up and down those steps! Now that I walk alot slower, it's like I have a completely new outlook on life. I realize you can tell alot about a person just by their walk. I had a really fast pace walk and sometimes it took me places I never meant to be at. Sometimes it took me to the wrong places, sometimes it took me to the right places, and sometimes it took me to places I never expected to be at. I just realized that in order to survive in such a fast-paced world, everyone has developed a fast pace walk to keep up. If the world turned any faster, everyone would just start running, like chickens with no heads. That's how I definitely feel like being a college student, a headless chicken caught in a fast-paced world known as college. I don't know what I want to do with life, and I have -NO- goals, and yet I have to pretend like I do every time I sign up for classes. It's nice to walk slowly for once, to be able to enjoy the world for what it is, to use the off-ramp every once in a while and just watch the others race on the highway. It's nice to be layed back again, it's been a long time. I don't think I'm ready for this type of fast-paced world...atleast not yet. | | |
| What happens to a falling star when there is nothing to catch it... "It Ends Tonight"
Your subtleties
They strangle me
I can't explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at all.
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Tonight
Insight
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.
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| I just want a explanation...why, why me? I feel that you owe me a apology, or atleast some remorse, some thing to make up for your decisions, something to make up for my pain. | | |
| Augustana-Boston
..in the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun...
oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
this world you must've crossed...you said...
you don't know me, you don't even care,
you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
an open field,
when flowers gaze at you...they're not the only ones who cry
when they see you
you said...
you don't know me, you don't even care,
you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
she said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...
Boston...where no one knows my name...
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