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Danielle (cancerbyname) wrote,
@ 2003-11-19 14:05:00
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    Current mood: creative

    My Song
    The world is bearing on my shoulders,
    I can't take it any more,
    What is it to be diffrent?
    I wouldn't know,
    I feel like all the rest.
    So, you take a hit, and I'll take two,
    Fuck up my life some more.
    I don't want to think,
    I don't want to feel,
    I just wanna sleep forever.

    Caus when I sleep I'm Dead to the world,
    never yelled at or always told,
    what I should be and what i have become,
    That they don't care I'm lower than scum.

    If they dont care then why do they yell,
    Every day seems more like hell.
    Facing problems I didn't create,
    and responsibility i don't wanna take.
    Let me sleep peaceful in my dreams,
    As I plot another scheme.

    For all of thoose that have taken the wrong path,
    will soon suddenly feel my wraith.
    Many people may call me insane,
    I get turned on at the sight of pain.
    It makes me feel so alive,
    without that i wouldnt survive.

    But maybe, just MAYBE with time,
    I will leave all my past behind.
    Everythings dark and suddenly grim,
    as the light of my future suddenly dims,
    I choose who I want to be and I like it,
    I dug myself into this pit.
    But I feel like staying its kinda nice,
    All actions come with a price.

    U've paid my dues, what about you?
    Thoose who didn't are overdue.
    With "Time" I will forget the past,
    but it will be me that gets the last.
    Lifes a bitch, and as it tightens its grip,
    you better watch out, as you meet my knifes tip.



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angelofhell666x
2003-11-22 01:14 (link)
You write really good songs....Keep up the good work, I like your writing..

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