It is becoming an awfully recurring theme that all I do is sit on my backside either doing work or contemplating work OR watching the l word...:) But anyway, its becoming pretty sickening. I am 20. I am bored. NO! This shouldn't be happening to me. I need activity. Oh well i suppose. Think I'm going to go out tomorrow night, anything beats staying home. Although I will miss The Apprentice, that is joyful times. Actually, it may be one of the joyful-est times of my life at the moment. Do I need to re-iterate that I'm 20 and bored? No.
Brother's just come in upset. Upsetting.
Other brother is actually very quiet. Weird.
And I am...energy-less.
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Lyric
Even though all that you did to me was much worse, I had to do something, to make you hurt.
Oh but why am i still crying?
Why do you
Steal my hand
Whenever
I'm standing
My own ground
You build me up
Then leave me dead
All the accidents that happen,
Follow the dot
Coincidence makes sense,
Only with you
You don't have to speak,
I feel
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to,
This state of emergency
Big fish eat the little ones,
Big fish eat the little ones,
Not my problem give me some
You can try the best you can,
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
Oh but why am i still crying?
Why do you
Steal my hand
Whenever
I'm standing
My own ground
You build me up
Then leave me dead
All the accidents that happen,
Follow the dot
Coincidence makes sense,
Only with you
You don't have to speak,
I feel
Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to,
This state of emergency
Big fish eat the little ones,
Big fish eat the little ones,
Not my problem give me some
You can try the best you can,
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
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