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, July 07, 2006
-6:10 AM
we sat there, over coffee and cigarettes, scanning through pictures of ages that fell like sand through our fingers. we changed. we aged. we matured. for the better or the worst, but one thing was for sure - we all wished we were back there again. 18 and life. 18 and dumb, stupid with nothing to think about but have fun. but of course, it was not to be. but for the briefest of moments, it was like we were all in it together again. it was like it meant something. we were all brothers once more. i don't know how long this will last, but i'm sure that we'd want it to last as long as it can.
of course, all good things can't last forever. the good times, like ewan mcgregor said in 'trainspotting', couldn't last forever. but i hope that it'll be contrary to what happened in that show... instead of things going bad. i hope.
and i still continue to hope that i will have the chance to meet her again and tell her i'm sorry.
for it to happen or not, it's not for me to say.
life will go on, for better or for worse...
... and the sun will rise once more.
