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
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
-4:45 PM
i heard the crackle of thunder last night. or it could be my imagination, someone could have pulled a trigger in my dreams. it might have been good tho, to just end it all. save me from all this headache, heartaches. not to mention the inevitable.. death from sickness and old age. it was a night for killers, i swear. give me a gun and i'll go trigger happy. i take no prisoners, all i leave are bodies...
i think it's probably because of the moon.
was talking to someone with great insight and not to mention a someone that knows how to angle his pictures well. i've honestly never seen pictures like that before. a little rough, a little smooth. and i'm talking about this picture he aptly named 'haiku'. and one of his other picture is sitting on my desktop as my sweet wallpaper.
did i mention i hate producers? they're what the suits are to the creatives i guess. goddamn these people. but they bring the money! so let us carry their balls!
oh and i missed my doktor's appt today. fucking 9.15am. cannot wake up.. forget it. i'll give em a call tmrw to fix another. can't be fucked to care about such things.
back to ludwig van, j.s. bach...
