Escape into the eerie night...
Shadows on the alley wall
Are dancing like a lovers brawl
North south east and west
Foreign land is right and left
Don't let them see you cry
I didn't know which way was home
Ten degrees without a coat
Don't let them see you cry
I don't want to love you if love leaves me this cold
I don't want to love you if love is this alone
Silence couldn't stop the sound
The news and gossip got around
A whisper here whisper there
I do but don't know why I care
Eyes hang from the sockets of our faces
You said no and I don't think I can take it
This cars caving in
Rains on in the city traffic puzzle
Shifting pieces just like my stomach
Were both so upset
Love sick and were sick of it
Were both on the same page
Don't feel the same way
City Traffic Puzzle - The Hush sound
So I brought myself down tonight, I just sort of lurked about on the internet out of sheer boredom and somehow I'm reduced to feeling precisely how I did when I was ten years old. Let's not regress so much. I should be able to be pleased with things right now, right? I shouldn't think and rethink so much. Everything. I want to give it a fucking rest.
I want out. I want to sing and dance. I want to go to a movie or just sit and talk for hours on end. But then I want to read, I want to write. I always want something and it never feels like enough. What's up with me lately? Self degrading, self concious and just plain frustrating (to myself and everyone else).
Let's try something new.
This will be less shitty when I find the energy to be somewhat expressive and less vague. Maybe this'll bring on a new muse of sorts. Let's hope this change is for the better.