11-16-08

Golden

How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me.

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
(Too heavy for me.)
Though I carried carats for everyone to see.
(Everyone to see.)
And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me,
And pray they don’t grow up to be...

~Fall Out Boy

11-16-08

Being left behind.

Never keeping up.

Why can't I be happy with  who I am?

On the sidelines.

Running after the fading light.

What am I looking for?

Needing to be wanted.

Wanting to be needed.

Is that okay?

Someone tell me it's okay.

Someone tell me something.

Tell me I can hear you scream

even though you can't hear me.

11-14-08

stomach churning.
heart curling.
does any one understand?
the beat of the drum
ticking away my time.
empty words
that mean nothing to me.
am i the only one?
my heart marches to rythym
and my soul flies on chords
but i am contained as long as you close your eyes.
as long as i close mine.
and i have silver siscors
with diamond blades
but I still don't know how to use them.