Monday, November 19, 2007
well..tomorrows the day, the day it all ends. The day where it would have ended. Theres this little voice in my head that talks to me nowadays. no im not going crazy. Sometimes it makes sense sometimes it makes me sick. "Talking" to myself isn't a very fun experience all the time. I don't ever remember a time where it was actually.
It's not that i can't get accustomed to it. After all i spent a greater deal of my life as such. But i guess its different. I believe i went through the same period after o's. just that after o's school started in jan. Circumstances are rather different. I think i'm the kind that needs it just that it's always been supressed. Where i went to helped the supression. Intriguing but whos to say i'm right on it.. who knows. If you're wondering why things are so vague well its meant to be. If you can get it. good on you, shows u know me. If you're sure bravo if you aren't, come ask, i might just provide the answer. lalalala...heres a song from mr daughtry.
Chris daughtry - home.I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.
I'm going home
