Ain't Nobody's Problem

and you know we're on each other's team

living in ruins

of a palace within my dreams

give me one good reason why i should never make a change

y tras varios tequilas las nubes se van pero el sol no regresa

Decidedly selectively sensitive

It's true that im detached from reality

i can do better

what's right
what's wrong
what's here
what's gone

leaving me is the least that you can do

i hear it coming, its coming slow
i see it approaching, in its soft glow
a time to come, the time to go
some things just weren't meant to grow old
just finding the right time to let go

and it'll all soon fade away
scars fading with each passing day
in a few years, without a trace
the last hints of a lingering taste
that distant memory, bittersweet laced
that slowly disappearing face

i think it has reached the epitome of ridiculousness
at least i hope it wont get any worse

no inspiration nor redemption
and so remains the feeling stuck in my chest

but don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

misery

How do you deal with a friend who thinks he/she knows much more about you than he/she obviously does, and gets serious offended and upset at the suggestion that there might be much more to you than he/she ever thinks he/she know?Best when he/she starts going around talkimg to people about you based on what he/she thought was true of you. And also

'Oh, you dont have to deny it, i know its true. I know you how well.' Well, if i cant find a way to stop you from doing this, i'd soon be driven to hell.

Good friends that aren't so good after all.

am i living it right?

cause i wonder sometimes about the outcome
of a still verdictless life

faith, misplaced

some friendships are just too emotionally draining to maintain

so flow with the wind
roll in never ending sin

and drown in wine
live the lie of a soon to be slaughtered swine

roar at the waves
drenched in blood of the cursed slave

grow in pain
trying hard not to go insane

play the blame game
as if it's ever going to be the same

and in the end, giving in
realizing that it's easier to just flow with the wind

i know it's for the best

.. you can have manhattan
cause ..

wake me up when it's all over
when i'm wiser and i'm older
all this time i was finding myself
didn't know i was lost

young

full of running

tell me where has that taken me

just a great

figure of eight

or a tiny infinity

legacy or liability

so i guess at the end of the day, there's always a nagging doubt, a gnawing fear, that i'll die with nothing to my name, lying on my deathbed not having achieved anything in this short, sad and pathetic life. we come with nothing, leave a trail of destruction, then disappear without a trace. how terrifying indeed.

anyway, if i do indeed die young, will really appreciate having a non religious ceremony, and please don't burn paper stuff or clothes. will be nice if everything usable could be donated and no further destruction to earth done in my name when i'm dead. oh well can go on and on about how i wish my end would be but it all sounds too morbid. just hope for everyone to be happy. but no prayers please. thanks.

in time it'll fade

wait, wait, that's not what i said
to my horror the sun's up and i'm still in bed
for the effort i lacked and now in stone it's laid
after sunset for light i await
and for the words not uttered now that he's dead