Dear Bradentown
You have been good to me
You've kept your word
And got me through these years
All I ask
Is that you'll be there
When I return
From Anna's Isle
To Lakewoods' fields
This is our town
This is you were meant to be
This is our town
Where our roots have grown so deep
This is our town
This is where we're meant to be
This is our town
We'll keep coming back because...
Dear Bradentown
As the city sleeps tonight
You found us hiding out
Under parking garage lights
And you know
You know you'll find us here
When we return
This is our town
This is our town
This is our town
(What are we running for?)
This is our town
(What are we running for?)
This is our town
(This is our town)
Dear Bradentown
As I gently close my eyes
I hear you whisper softly
As we continue our goodbyes
And all I ask
Is that you'll be there
When I return
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Fuck this shit.
I am slightly irrational.
Showing posts with label Emotions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotions. Show all posts
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
That's What You Get
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
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More on this robot shit...
I have no feelings. I am a robot. Well, not really. I'm a self-admitted quiet-non-talker-cares-about-what-people-think-wall-up kinda girl. A couple days ago, I was working and it suddenly hit me that when things happen in my life that should yield certain emotions/reactions, it doesn't quite happen and doesn't effect me as they should. I realized that I tend to dismiss things and not care about things as much as other people do. I don't cry about anything (unless it's a movie that doesn't end the way I want it to.. I think I have a thing with idealism..). I don't cry when people die in real life. Aren't I a robot? When shit happens, shit just blows over. I think I just have a mentality that when things go wrong, "Fuck it, I don't need this shit". That's how it's always been my whole life or for as long as I remember. I don't need unnecessary stress to happen to me. I can't understand how people can cry over the most insignificant things and call themselves an adult. Seriously. What. The. Hell. People are starving elsewhere, cry over that. Seriously.
Moving onwards, round 15 of my education began today. Familiar faces in familiar places is all I have to say. Already I am dreading the last week of November! Crazy Shit mixed with TAI and Cobra. Oh man. How am I gunna get through this? All I have to say is PLAN PLAN PLAN then do. Plus extra shit has come along. Well, I can't really call it shit, because I welcomed it. Partner, Bitches! Haha oh man, I need a corona. plus lime. Anyways, the next few months will be full of learning, stress, confusion, fear, and accomplishment. Wish me luck.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
-------------------------------
More on this robot shit...
I have no feelings. I am a robot. Well, not really. I'm a self-admitted quiet-non-talker-cares-about-what-people-think-wall-up kinda girl. A couple days ago, I was working and it suddenly hit me that when things happen in my life that should yield certain emotions/reactions, it doesn't quite happen and doesn't effect me as they should. I realized that I tend to dismiss things and not care about things as much as other people do. I don't cry about anything (unless it's a movie that doesn't end the way I want it to.. I think I have a thing with idealism..). I don't cry when people die in real life. Aren't I a robot? When shit happens, shit just blows over. I think I just have a mentality that when things go wrong, "Fuck it, I don't need this shit". That's how it's always been my whole life or for as long as I remember. I don't need unnecessary stress to happen to me. I can't understand how people can cry over the most insignificant things and call themselves an adult. Seriously. What. The. Hell. People are starving elsewhere, cry over that. Seriously.
Moving onwards, round 15 of my education began today. Familiar faces in familiar places is all I have to say. Already I am dreading the last week of November! Crazy Shit mixed with TAI and Cobra. Oh man. How am I gunna get through this? All I have to say is PLAN PLAN PLAN then do. Plus extra shit has come along. Well, I can't really call it shit, because I welcomed it. Partner, Bitches! Haha oh man, I need a corona. plus lime. Anyways, the next few months will be full of learning, stress, confusion, fear, and accomplishment. Wish me luck.
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