Yaheewhodathunkit here i am its pretty late in the game now i suppose but i tried and then i cried i do what i can and whatever you want i wish i had a mirror to fallow me everywhere then i would know i didnt look like a foolYahee
i wish i had my own personal theme song that played whenever i entered a room
whodathunk here its all over everyday
you get farther and farther away everyday you fade just a little more everyday it hurts just a little less then i remember that it didnt hurt as much as it was supposed to to beg
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Day InDay in I wake up at four in the morning because I love you I drive thirty minutes but its not out of my way We fightDay In
Or we sleep until the sun comes up Then its time for me to go
I find it difficult to care Half-assed But I call it hard work I still succeed At two o'clock she prompts me to say something stupid She makes me want to break something beautiful I show off
then I go see you again
You're still asleep but I visit you anyway Then its off to the salt mines Until sun down and then some So I can see you some m
strange eggAnother PerspectiveThere shouldn't be a need for me to write this But somehow there is This isn't anything for show, or for affect, or for applause It's just a catharsis for me, and I need one right now So it's back to youAnother Perspective
Sole subject of this fucking prose And maybe truth is hard to tell Or maybe you're just using me Be a man, talk to me Don't hide away like a child Don't put on your pretty mask and lead others on With your poison honey Are you insecure because you're cruel or is it the other way around Has your ego finally pushed itself out your ears onto the pavement And hav
NIIIRRRVANAThere are two facts I could never bring myself to believe: 1. Kurt Cobain was a heroin addict. 2. Kurt Cobain committed suicide.NIIIRRRVANA
Mind you, I am no one of those conspiracy theorist Courtney had Kurt killed fanatics. Kurt Cobain was my god. 2002-2003 were my Nirvana years.
I was handed a copy of “Nevermind” in seventh grade and never let go. The shit I heard was confusing, it really was that trashy Clear Channel station metal, but the drums were too fast. And, as usual, I couldn’t understand he lead singer worth a damn. My life never had real problems, but Kurt’s did, so, his problems were mine.
out with the old..
Love
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