i can not face the hoursstaring backand closing in on meand all the pages writtenforget the ones to comei only need it nowi only want it nowand sacred colored liesfaded fast against the nightsee it slowsee it gofor a secondi almosti dunnocraze onstopoh stopplease stop just for a seconda momenta year or two or three or fourjust notyetcould it be forsaken, everythingis it possiblecould it for a moment be consideredthat thisthisis as good as it getsat least in a category or twoand i'm not ready to wrap my head around thatif it's soi think it's sothe world's full circle in the most surprising of waysthe most, unexpected waysand every time i think i got the perfect hold on iti think i see it for what it isi think i know every god damned thingor at least can reasonit out.but why can't i sleepwhy can't i sleepi just want to sleepcuz everything's so perfectwell not quite yet perfectbut perfect in imperfection right before you reach perfectionor start out for onewe all start out for one. what if not everyone winscatch 22i hate youthe more fun i have the more i just dreadany infinitessemal wastea nighton the town that in the end's not that greatdid i see enough plays, did i get my money's worthdon't want to worry about a thing, but still have to graduateyou're only young once, did i get enough girlsand a million other trivialitiesi just don't feel like facing right nowwould i do everything the same that i did beforehell no, i'd change a dozen things but then i'd never learnto learn to sleepthat's a different story.time to try
Post je objavljen 15.12.2009. u 18:23 sati.