Tuesday | January 06, 2009

WHY DONT YOU EVER DO SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF

GO OUT AND DO SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF
GO LIVE YOUR LIFE
SHED THE WEIGHT OF YOUR MISTAKES HANGING ON YOUR BACK CAUSING PAIN TO THOSE AROUND YOU

I've never felt so enthralled, shaking, angry. I feel what your saying.
Today is rain, against the windows. To day is the song 'Buckets of Rain' by Bob Dylan

I been meek
And hard like and oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive friends will disappear
If you want me honey baby
I'll be here.

I like your smile
And your fingertips
I like the way that you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm taking you with me honey baby
When I go.
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I feel it, my god I feel life changing. This is amazing.
I'm an unstoppable force, i'm flying away, I am the product
of mistakes, and things i wish had stayed.
I'm the feeling in your fingertips as they tingle, from the paper
thats taking you out, out and away from all the things you
wish you had fucking done before, but we're too scared.
but i'm not scared, i'm strong and unaware.
That i am actually aware of what this is actually about.