Sunday, November 23, 2008

Crossfade-Cold

Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in
Things I cannnot win

You are the antidote that gets me by
Something strong
Like a drug that gets me high
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold to you

And I'm sorry about all the lies
Maybe in a different light
You could see me stand on my own again
Cause now i can see
You were the antidote that got me by
Something strong like a drug that got me high

I never meant to be so cold
I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

Friday, November 21, 2008

She speaks



She just wants one girl to think she is worth it all. Worth the risk. Worth the love. She is not just some unstable-moodswinging-hypersensitive freak. She gives so much love and so much hope.. and every time the hope is shattered and love is left to sit alone in her heart. She is sick of being turned down just because she is not beautiful enough to satisfy all your needs. Even though she is willing to hold you into the night and never stray from you. She is willing to climb the highest mountain and crawl across the deepest valley bleeding, yet that is never enough. She isnt worth the love or the time of day. And she is sick of not being able to make everyone else see that. She is not some hard ass butch, she is soft and kind and full of everything you could dream of. When will someone see this... she asks... begs even. Only time will tell... she will wait. She has no choice anymore.

She will show you the world and all the beauty in it... Just give her a chance. Just one chance.





Saturday, November 15, 2008

I regret not telling you I love you one last time.
I regret you believing that James and I would be better without you.

Because to this day, I cry at movies about suicide. I am weak when I see a young girl with her mother and I am left without one. I dont have my best friend anymore.

But I think I regret most, is that you wont be there to see me graduate from college or meet the girl of my dreams.