fuckers

no motivation to write
i just wrote that so you'd all know you stole my motivation..

'sorry but we are closed'

and everyone is not who you thought they were
and everything is fake
and everything seemed so real
and now there's not much more to take
and nothing can ever be the same again
and it was hell to hear you say this
and that was the last time i'll see you
and i'm begging for your kiss
and it feels like a lifetime will go by until you feel the same
and if i see you on the street will you even know my name?
and everything you believed in has withered away in the steam
and everything you dared to do dissapears like a dream

a cold [but good] feeling

There are days when you can sit and stare out the car window..bitter wind on your face..a ciggarette in hand..the music loud..and life is simple. I like these days, I live for them. I think that's what we're all living for, the days when we feel spontanious, when we feel crazy, infinite.

dead

everyone's got something to tell\something to taste\something to sell\everyone's got someone to lament for\can't we see that it's useless\that we're all looking for the same damn thing\round and round\it's getting senseless\until we..fall..down\bleeding for innocence\we lost when we were ten\waiting for magnifiscence\to just fucking walk in\it doesnt WORK that way\you have to hunt to find\and when you DO..God knows you WONT want it\left behind\so lay in the grass\smoke filling the cold air around you\beg yourself for happiness\something new to adhere to..

We shouldn't be doing this...

--tell me to stop..