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, April 30, 2006
-4:17 PM
mighty waste of money. even if it was only 50 bucks. headed down to devil's bar under the persuasion of a friend. opened one henn, and i was already regretting my decision the moment i stepped in. the music.. terrible. the crowd, pathetic. i should have listened to those quiet, nagging thoughts in my head.
even for a hunter, that place is a fucking desert.
dig that. could have better spent my time @ home doing up my trax. i left early anyways. fuck the bottle, fuck the money spent. i'd rather go home and sleep. i gain more joy listening to mozart's eine kleine nachtmusik than what the dj was spinning that night.
oh fuck me please. how stupid can i get.
