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
Friday, September 23, 2005
-5:33 PM
recently, i've been told that a piece i've composed is not dark enough. i can't take it. i can't sleep. i can't eat properly.. i can't think straight. well... no one has told that to me before. they either say: dark and daunting.. or too dark. never 'not dark enough'. bloody hell. this is gettin' to me. perhaps i'm gettin' too soft on my musical side with all the fairy tale shit and trancey tunes. time to dig the graves.