Identity Theft
I am me, that's all you need to know. I am a Christian, I am a musician, I am a reader, I am a bi-sexual, I am a skateboarder, I am a writer, I am me. I fight for my identity in a world that is always trying to take it away.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
System of a Down
It lashes me like chains against slaves. I take peoples worst insecurities, and try to make it the thing they are most comfortable with, because everyone deserves to be beautiful, and know who they are. But no, not you, you take mine and wear them as jewelry on your body because you can not let it go and give up one second to see what they are. If you just opened-your blind eyes to the things unseen, you'd see you wear it all over you, because you can not just let it go. You know it all, you'd finally understand what it's all about, but you can not give yourself 1-second to try and see. I don't know why, but I bow off this mountain top and into the river I drown.
You Never Did Have Me
Worried again, never good enough you say. How much bullshit can that phrase hold? You've always been good enough, but I'll never be convincing enough to tell you that, so don't worry about losing something that you thought you never had.
Nothing
I fight for every real word or thought you give me. You can't ever simply tell me whatever the hell is on your mind. Can't just be real enough with me to break my feelings, and shatter my heart.
I know, I know, right from the start I shouldn't expect this to last. It's just a moment in time, but before long it'll all be gone. Who are you kidding, you be mine and I be yours. You can't sit still that long. It shows time and time again, if only if only you'd be that real with yourself. But each torture to its own. I live inside yours and you live inside mine.
I am rambling, but damn it is all about those words that always go left unsaid. Those words you never really seem to speak. Those words and feelings I feel I fight for, every time they're.. but oh wait.. "nothing"
I know, I know, right from the start I shouldn't expect this to last. It's just a moment in time, but before long it'll all be gone. Who are you kidding, you be mine and I be yours. You can't sit still that long. It shows time and time again, if only if only you'd be that real with yourself. But each torture to its own. I live inside yours and you live inside mine.
I am rambling, but damn it is all about those words that always go left unsaid. Those words you never really seem to speak. Those words and feelings I feel I fight for, every time they're.. but oh wait.. "nothing"
Morbidly Uncomfortable
Fuck a person who is so weak,
That they can't even see,
This same stupid cycle,
It's always set on high,
Cause you just can't be comfortable with you.
Always have to chase down one more place,
Looking for one more show,
Just someone who will make you feel your worth being you.
I'll never give you what you need,
Cause I can't cater to your feed,
You are just lookin' for something,
That I can't have.
Sometimes I call myself emo,
but I know who I am,
I'm a fag, I'm a fag,
And I'll kick your ass,
Cause I'm one evil ass.
That they can't even see,
This same stupid cycle,
It's always set on high,
Cause you just can't be comfortable with you.
Always have to chase down one more place,
Looking for one more show,
Just someone who will make you feel your worth being you.
I'll never give you what you need,
Cause I can't cater to your feed,
You are just lookin' for something,
That I can't have.
Sometimes I call myself emo,
but I know who I am,
I'm a fag, I'm a fag,
And I'll kick your ass,
Cause I'm one evil ass.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sometimes
Sometimes I forget to live before I die,
I forget to breathe before I exhale,
Sometimes I write before I feel,
I speak before I think.
Sometimes I hear before I listen,
I know before I learn.
Sometimes I act before my scene,
I snap the picture before the action.
Sometimes I draw before the picture is there,
I play before the music is made.
I forget to breathe before I exhale,
Sometimes I write before I feel,
I speak before I think.
Sometimes I hear before I listen,
I know before I learn.
Sometimes I act before my scene,
I snap the picture before the action.
Sometimes I draw before the picture is there,
I play before the music is made.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Whataya Want From Me?
Sometimes when I get into song I feel like I am really the person singing and the maker of the music, but I am not. No matter how much I scream it, "Whataya Want From Me" it is still written by Adam Lambert. Sometimes I j
Monday, August 30, 2010
Matthew Chapter 1:1-17 The Geneology of Jesus
In summary Matthew 1:1-17 is about the generations to Jesus and about how Jesus was born of Mary who was wife to Joseph. There was 14 generations from Abraham to David and 14 from David to the exile of Babylon and 14 from the exile of Babylon to Jesus.
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