Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
My Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I walk alone. I walk alone.
It's raining. I walk on the side of the freeway. I miss your soft lips, I see your face in strangers on the street. I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep. The rain washes away my tears, but they keep coming. I left my car 7 miles back with everything I ever owned stuffed into the back seat. No one is coming to find me, no one even knows I am gone.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
I look down at my soaked tank top and my hair drips raindrops, they add to my tears. My broken heart beats in an irregular rhythm against the broken down car window. The remnants of a ripped up letter from Harvard lay in the back seat. One piece visibly stands out. DENIED. Broken dreams. I reach down for my phone, my hand grabs at the empty air inside my shorts pocket. Flashes of my former life plague my vision, a happier life and a carefree day. When you took me across the world, we promised that this would last forever, but now I see it was my past life, a beautiful time, drunk off each other till the sun rise. Those days are over and gone forever. There is no turning back this time because you can not live in the past. One day you will wake up and find reality knocking at your door and you won't have the strength to push it away anymore. Today is that day.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
They couldn't care less about what happens to me. There never was a soul in the world who loved me. There was one soul who lied to me, a soul who made me believe in love. The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed. Young love murder that is what this must be. And even that soul left me. People always leave.
"They say that true love hurts. Well this could almost kill me."
KE$HA. You're my hero.
It's raining. I walk on the side of the freeway. I miss your soft lips, I see your face in strangers on the street. I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep. The rain washes away my tears, but they keep coming. I left my car 7 miles back with everything I ever owned stuffed into the back seat. No one is coming to find me, no one even knows I am gone.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
I look down at my soaked tank top and my hair drips raindrops, they add to my tears. My broken heart beats in an irregular rhythm against the broken down car window. The remnants of a ripped up letter from Harvard lay in the back seat. One piece visibly stands out. DENIED. Broken dreams. I reach down for my phone, my hand grabs at the empty air inside my shorts pocket. Flashes of my former life plague my vision, a happier life and a carefree day. When you took me across the world, we promised that this would last forever, but now I see it was my past life, a beautiful time, drunk off each other till the sun rise. Those days are over and gone forever. There is no turning back this time because you can not live in the past. One day you will wake up and find reality knocking at your door and you won't have the strength to push it away anymore. Today is that day.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
They couldn't care less about what happens to me. There never was a soul in the world who loved me. There was one soul who lied to me, a soul who made me believe in love. The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed. Young love murder that is what this must be. And even that soul left me. People always leave.
"They say that true love hurts. Well this could almost kill me."
KE$HA. You're my hero.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I'm Not Thinking About You
I'm NOT thinking about you like are you in the hall right now? Because I'm gonna take the hall pass to go check. So I can talk to you, and act like it's coincidence.
Like the caged eagle thinks about the open sky.
I used to think about you like the starving man who prays for food.
Like the Dying man thinks of his last breath.
Like A little girl thinks about her daddy.
I'm NO LONGER thinking about you like you're thinking about me.
Like a clock thinks about time.
I'm most definitely not thinking about you like are you talking to that girl? Who are you talking to? And what are you saying. Because I don't have to anymore.
I'm NOT thinking about you like are you thinking about me?
Like a headache thinks about painkillers.
Like my mom thinks about my dad.
I'm SO NOT thinking about you like skydivers think about their parachutes.
Like are you still awake dreaming? And are you still dreaming about me?
BUT I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU LIKE...
I'm thinking about you like can I have my stuff back because it's really not yours anymore.
Like can I burn your UGLY old T-shirt that I don't wear to bed anymore now?
Like I can't wait to get my sweet revenge and see your face when she dumps you flat on your *** because you're such a loser.
I'm thinking about you like how come I ever dated you? Was I high?
Like dogs think about getting rid of cats.
Like cats think about eating mice.
Like I think about eating a bug.
Like the caged eagle thinks about the open sky.
I used to think about you like the starving man who prays for food.
Like the Dying man thinks of his last breath.
Like A little girl thinks about her daddy.
I'm NO LONGER thinking about you like you're thinking about me.
Like a clock thinks about time.
I'm most definitely not thinking about you like are you talking to that girl? Who are you talking to? And what are you saying. Because I don't have to anymore.
I'm NOT thinking about you like are you thinking about me?
Like a headache thinks about painkillers.
Like my mom thinks about my dad.
I'm SO NOT thinking about you like skydivers think about their parachutes.
Like are you still awake dreaming? And are you still dreaming about me?
BUT I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU LIKE...
I'm thinking about you like can I have my stuff back because it's really not yours anymore.
Like can I burn your UGLY old T-shirt that I don't wear to bed anymore now?
Like I can't wait to get my sweet revenge and see your face when she dumps you flat on your *** because you're such a loser.
I'm thinking about you like how come I ever dated you? Was I high?
Like dogs think about getting rid of cats.
Like cats think about eating mice.
Like I think about eating a bug.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Direct Orders
You Are Under Direct Orders To Rock The Freak Out. Rock out like you just got your first kiss. Rock out like it's Friday night and you don't got a curfew. Rock out like he just told you he loves you. Rock out like your sitting on a beach somewhere and you just realized your never going home, your flight just took off and you weren't on it. Rock out like it's the first day of Summer. Rock out like your parents are gone for the weekend. Rock out like your alarm just went off but it's only 3 Am and you have another three whole hours of sleep. Rock out like you thought it was Thursday and you just found out that it's Friday. Rock out like you just won the State Championships. Rock out like your moving out to college and you haven't realized how much your rent costs yet. Rock out like you thought it was midnight but its only 9 and you still got the whole night to ROCK OUT. Rock out like HE just left "her" party to come hang out with you. Rock out like the wait is over and you just said yes. Rock out like you just bought two pairs of jeans for the price of one. Rock out like it's raining outside and you have a guy to run though it with. Rock out like you got a bulging wallet and a full tank of gas. Rock out like you just got him back. Rock out like your in the south and all you've got is music to help you find your soul. Rock out like your life is just beginning for you, every single day.
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