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| take me away from this torturous land cause the grave is set up, the hole that I dug I've really had it with the rain of the tears The predictable storm that has come every year And it sneaks in from shore with a bat in its hand I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying I can't
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| EVERYBODY KNOWS: You cant be all things to all people. you cant do all things at once. you cant do all things equally well. you cant do all things better than everyone else. your humanity is showing just like everyone elses.
SO: you have to find out who you are, and be that. you have to decide what come first, and do that. you have to discover your strengths, and use them. you have to learn not to compete with others, because no one else is in the contest of being you.
THEN: you will have learned to accept your own uniqueness. you will have learned to set you priorities and make decisions. you will have learned to live with your limitations. you will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due. and you'll be a most vital mortal.
DARE TO BELIEVE: that you are a wonderful, unique person. that you are a once-in-all history event. thats its more than a right, its your duty to be who you are. that life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish. and you'll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down. - Music:booka shade - in whhite rooms
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| i want today to be over already. | |
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| i dont know who i am, i dont know what im suppose to do, im lost im sick of trying and sick of always failing. | |
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| last night was great. today was nice. but a big sigh! | |
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| 2 Corinthians 2:4
Psalm 37:24 | |
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| this feeling is killing me | |
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| I'm going away for a while But I'll be back, don't try and follow me 'Cause I'll return as soon as possible See I'm trying to find my place But it might not be here where I feel safe We all learn to make mistakes
And run From them, from them With no direction We'll run from them, from them With no conviction
'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts Traveling endlessly Don't need no road In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles
Well Now I'm told that this is life And pain is just a simple compromise So we can get what we want out of it Would someone care to classify, A broken heart and twisted minds So I can find someone to rely on
And run To them, to them Full speed ahead Oh you are not, Useless We are just
Misguided ghosts Traveling endlessly The ones we trusted the most Pushed us far away And there's no one road We should not be the same But I'm just a ghost And still they echo me
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