The Kill
what if i wanted to break
laugh it all off in your face
what would you do?
what if i fell to the floor
couldn't take all this anymore
what would you do?
i tried to be someone else
but nothing seemed to change
i know now, this is who i really am inside
falling from myself
falling for a chance
i know now, this is who i really am
kill
break me down
bury me, bury me
i am finished with you
look in my eyes
you're killing me, killing me
all I wanted was you
Sunday, July 17, 2005
-8:23 PM
One lazy sunday. One cold sunday. Sunday bloody sunday. It's one of those days that you just refuse to get to work. Fucked. I hate this shit.
I wanna work on my trax, but my body isn't responding. I need to go down for coffee later.
Oh god, fuck me.
I finally know what it means to be a squarepusher (no pun intended). Haha! Oh and I'm back into IDM again.