there she goes again,
the authority figure,
one I am not so much inclined to rebel against
after all she deserves the respect as her position demands
but beyond that
what else?
clearly she is some twisted child
some tortured being
clearly she sees the pain
but she does not see beyond that,
was she victimised so much that she take offense
about the simplest grieviances?
clearly she is blinded by her impulsive self
a joke
a clear black joke is all which describes her
yet still she goes about her little quest for that supposed justice
she can't change what she keeps asserting
she asserts
she asserts
then we desert..
so simple..
she turns lessons into a outright joke.
clearly I will sit there amused,
I am already gone
little brown plump,
She rolls across.
Much like cookie dough,
retreating,
to a silent corner,
your standard southern Asian,
yet more an Advert..
'For the fat and discoloured'
hangs around appropriately,
the words that flood through,
from her putrid lips,
the stuff of disgust,
drip ooze..slip..
much like the very essence,
her life blood,
her pleasure for our poison
disgust..twisted..fear..
binded..in an abominating display...
no one's going to like you,
no one's gonna care,
if all you're you've got
is the faults of others
from which to despair.
so decay away through,
this little decent delusioned day.
turning..
to stop..
waking..
to dream..
seeking..
to lose yourself..
bleeding..
to stop the pain..
screaming..
for silence..
I'm addicted to The Blower's Daugther man...I love the damned song...
goodness...
thank goodness...my mood swing is gone...
I can definitely...not live with feeling a general level of animosity towards humanity....
not unless I embrace..what's goth in me.....heh...
that appeal...still exists..
maybe..somehow..
I'll just take it as it comes..
slow spinning animation..
a flash across my mind..
what will be will be..
and so what will bring in time..
like the seasons..
so shall it be beyond me..
reach..
touch..
feel what I cannot..
till I finally see something..
beyond the darkness..
till I finally hear my echo..
some faulty response..
to my silence..
till then..
I walk..
blind..
deaf..
And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new
I love this song...apparently...its about.Damien Rice's crush on this girl...much younger than him....and knowing that it'll never work out..he still sang it in front of her...w00t..age...
Release yourself