7/29/05

Why is it you do the things you do? The pain comming out like sun through my window. Always so sad, Sometimes that just makes me mad. Can’t you see the love that everyone around you wants to give. It’s for you. To Late now moving on to something new.

Felt sorry for yourself for far to long. Just hanging on by the threads of life. Feeling the dred sinking in. Rising above yesterday, Tired of everyday just festering away. Make something of life, Life doesn’t makes something of you.

Loud and soft at the same time, pronounced but set back. Kick back into that cozy little chair, while the rest of us pull out our hair trying to please you. Remove you from the room. Time to try to make life a little more then what it was. Isnt that whats so fun about it, run it around and play with it. Tired of nothing but nothing is all i can get.

So tired of your grim responses. Turn the lights on the room is much too dim i like bright places. Funny faces through the car window, wish i was playing in the snow. Wish it was 30 below and i was where my heart is. In side watching the flakes cover the earth. Turn to see the fire in the hearth it’s so good to have everything be this real, wish it could be that good again.