I've spent the past couple years finding out who I am and I've spent so many of those nights crying out.
There've been ups and downs that have opened my eyes.
There's never truly been a lonely night.
I have proclaimed out loud that you're not there and I've screamed as loud as I can that you're not real.
I have turned my back on you with intentions of no return and...
I have turned my back on the only thing that keeps me a float.
As much as I hate my life.. As much as I hate my life.. As much as I hate my life.. As much as I...
Taken advantage of the brighter things. Taken advantage of the higher one.
Looked up in skies questioning everything. Look to the skies asking why?
Taken advantage of the brighter things. Taken advantage of the higher one.
Looked up in skies questioning everything. Look to the skies asking why?
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Escape Reality...
Trying to hide from the burdens of my life. Consuming thoughts taking place in my mind.
Looking towards the horizon. Looking towards wretched thoughts late in the night.
Let's run away and escape reality.
Never come back to this "thing" we used to be.
Let's take our time. Enjoy the finer things.
Before we come back to the burners of my life.
The sun falls. The night comes. The son falls. The momma cries.
The morning comes. No one in site. The mourning comes.. from the skies.
Thought I could cope with my burdens of my life.
But then I saw my momma cry.
Terrible thoughts swim rapid through my mind.
Blood red tears coming falling down my eyes.
Oh momma please, please let me be.
You've been the best you could be.
Oh momma please, don't turn your back on me.
Just let me go and you'll see.
The sun falls. The night comes. The son falls. The momma cries.
The morning comes. No one in site. The mourning comes.. from the skies.
Look towards the horizon.
Look straight into the sun.
See the future inside of me.
The brightness burn a hole in your heart.
The sun falls. The night comes. The son falls. The momma cries.
The morning comes. No one in site. The mourning comes.. from the skies.
Just look towards the horizon and I'll be there...
Looking towards the horizon. Looking towards wretched thoughts late in the night.
Let's run away and escape reality.
Never come back to this "thing" we used to be.
Let's take our time. Enjoy the finer things.
Before we come back to the burners of my life.
The sun falls. The night comes. The son falls. The momma cries.
The morning comes. No one in site. The mourning comes.. from the skies.
Thought I could cope with my burdens of my life.
But then I saw my momma cry.
Terrible thoughts swim rapid through my mind.
Blood red tears coming falling down my eyes.
Oh momma please, please let me be.
You've been the best you could be.
Oh momma please, don't turn your back on me.
Just let me go and you'll see.
The sun falls. The night comes. The son falls. The momma cries.
The morning comes. No one in site. The mourning comes.. from the skies.
Look towards the horizon.
Look straight into the sun.
See the future inside of me.
The brightness burn a hole in your heart.
The sun falls. The night comes. The son falls. The momma cries.
The morning comes. No one in site. The mourning comes.. from the skies.
Just look towards the horizon and I'll be there...
Thursday, September 2, 2010
The beginning
Very first blog.
Excited to have something for my own.
No worries concerning what I post and who views it.
Let's get this started.
Excited to have something for my own.
No worries concerning what I post and who views it.
Let's get this started.
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