"well i am not so wise. not as profound as i would like. all i can do is try."

truth

there are people who care and people who don't
people who matter and people who won't
people who love you and let you love them
people who one day decide they never want to speak to you again.
people who assume and those who understand,
people who turn their backs, and others who take your hand.
people who let you in, and some that shut you out,
but the people who are worth it,
are the only people that from this day forward,
i want to think about.

flowers on the ceiling.

you try to act cold
but this charade's gotten old,
and now i've moved on,
i've been singing a new song
for some time now.


sorry, that's it for now. but consider this to be continued.
i just had to get it down somewhere.
its a bit shit, but i'm trying to get back into writing.
so there we go.
someone told me to 'get back on the horse'

2:47

fake a smile just fake it for a while,
those eyes see right through me,
my soul clear as mud. can't stand
your laugh so you better stand back
my charm fades to black,
the charade's over, that script has reached
its last page.
spotlight dims, spot the light that used to exist,
exit stage right, this hasn't felt right for
quite some time. it's all wrong, alright?
i admitted you won that fight.
now just leave me alone,
i'll sit
in the cold,
and write the end to this song.