NewRomantic

I know I said I loved you but I’m thinking I was wrong,
I’m the first to admit that I’m still pretty young,
and I never meant to hurt you when I wrote you ten love songs.
but a guy that I could never get ‘cause his girlfriend was pretty fit
and everyone who knew her loved her so.
and I made you leave her for me and now I’m feeling pretty mean,
but my mind has fucked me over more times than any man could ever know.

Maybe I should give up, give in,
give up trying to be thin,
give up and turn into my mother,
god knows I love her.

and I’m sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state,
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware.
I would never love a man ‘cause love and pain go hand in hand
and I can’t do it again.

So we stayed up late one night to try and get our problems right,
but I couldn’t get into his head just what was going through my mind,
and I think he knew where I was going
he put Ryan Adams on
I think he thinks it makes me weak
it only ever makes me strong.
I’ve got this friend who sounds just like him,
now he’s the man I’d leave you for, the man that I just adore like you.
The same man, he turns to me he said I’ve got to tell you how i feel,
if god could make the perfect girl for me it would be you
and my god told me not tell about how much do you love your fella?”
I don’t know more everyday
not in this new romantic way.

I’ll always be your first love, you’ll always be my first love.

And I’m sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware,
I will never love a man ‘cause I could never hurt a man in this way.
I will never love a man cause I could never hurt a man,

not in this new romantic way

SlowDown

All of my answers, and all my reasons
And all my excuses they never rest
’Cause all of my answers they keep on changing
I spend my life waiting for the next

And oh, I just keep on moving
And oh, I just keep on pushing forward
And oh, I forgot what I was looking for

And all their illusions, I won’t believe them
I’ll always believe what I can’t forget
’Cause all of their reasons, they keep on changing
I spend my life waiting for the next

And oh, I just keep on moving
And oh, I just keep on pushing forward
And oh, I forgot what I was looking for

Well, I’d trade wisdom back in for innocence to get away from all of this
I’d trade wisdom back in for innocence to get away from getting by
I’d trade wisdom back in for innocence for just one look through those eyes

Burn

Oh mama don’t walk away
I’m a goddam sore loser
I ain’t too proud to stay
But I’m still thinking ‘bout you
And I’m so lonesome without you
And I can’t get you out of my mind
Oh mama don’t leave me alone
with my soul sat down so tight it’s like a stone cold tomb
Ain’t it clear when I’m near you
I’m just dying to hear you
Calling my name one more time
Oh so don’t pay no mind
To my watering eyes
Must be something in the air
That I’m breathing
Yes’n I try to ignore
All this blood on the floor
It’s just this heart on my sleeve that’s a bleeding
Oh mama don’t walk away
You leave me here bereaving from the words so hard and plain
Saying the love that we had
was just selfish and sad
To see you now with him
is just making me mad
Oh so kiss him again
just to prove to me that you can
an I will stand here
and burn in my skin
Yes I will stand here
and burn in my skin

Drama

I hate when people get into fights, like some people will start doing the most stupidest things. Its not even the fights that annoy me, its when they try to involve other people, it has nothing to do with them so why bring them into it?
If your fighting with someone its between you and them, don’t get others in it, don’t ask them to choose sides!
Mostly these little drama fights are blown out of the water because of the people that get their noses in it just for the drama. Information is lost or exaggerated, and those people just make it even worse then.
If you have a problem with someone you say it to their face, don’t try get people to do your dirty work, you sit down and talk about it. You actually try act your age because we are not little kids anymore.
It’s time for some people to grow up and take a serious look at their lives and think about the future, There’s no time for these petty little games anymore.
There’s no need to blame others for problems you can not fix. You grow up and sort them out yourself like adults and if it can’t be resolved then you forget about it move on, but be civil for the people that care around you.

FACT! : Sort it out and stop trying to make things worse.

Borders

Would you stop talking,
Because I don’t think we agree,
You’re always keeping all your borders up,
I’m thinking something must be wrong with me,
Well i know you don’t like it,
You’re no exclusive company,
You’re always keeping all your borders up,
And it’s a little more than you and me.

Well somebodies had a harder time,
But your always on the attack,
Have they been giving you the run-around,
And now you’re trying to get your own back?
Well i know you don’t like it,
You’re no exclusive company,
You’re always keeping all your borders up,
And it’s a little more than you and me,
I’m not guilty.

Oh well I better say something,
To stop us creeping round these avenues,
You’re always keeping all your borders up,
I bet you’re getting a little confused,
I don’t think so.
Well it’s time to turn this thing around, Well there’s no reason for this thing you found,
We’re always keeping all our borders up,
I think it’s time we tore them all down.

You’ve got to fight for a reason, what’s your reason? You never cared,
You’ve got to fight for a reason, what’s your reason? You never cared…

A Life

Touch it: it won’t shrink like an eyeball,
This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear.
Here’s yesterday, last year —-
Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast
Windless threadwork of a tapestry.
Flick the glass with your fingernail:
It will ping like a Chinese chime in the slightest air stir
Though nobody in there looks up or bothers to answer.
The inhabitants are light as cork,
Every one of them permanently busy.
At their feet, the sea waves bow in single file.
Never trespassing in bad temper:
Stalling in midair,
Short-reined, pawing like paradeground horses.
Overhead, the clouds sit tasseled and fancy
As Victorian cushions. This family
Of valentine faces might please a collector:
They ring true, like good china.
Elsewhere the landscape is more frank.
The light falls without letup, blindingly.

A woman is dragging her shadow in a circle
About a bald hospital saucer.
It resembles the moon, or a sheet of blank paper
And appears to have suffered a sort of private blitzkrieg.
She lives quietly
With no attachments, like a foetus in a bottle,
The obsolete house, the sea, flattened to a picture
She has one too many dimensions to enter.
Grief and anger, exorcised,
Leave her alone now.
The future is a grey seagull
Tattling in its cat-voice of departure.
Age and terror, like nurses, attend her,
And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold,
Crawls up out of the sea.

Talent!

My talent always has to be for me to falling for the wrong people, its either the bad boys, i don’t know why i always go for them but i do, or else the seemingly nice boys who half way into the relationship get to big for their boots and turn into total tools and have no respect!
And my biggest problem is when a decent one actually likes me i do nothing about it, its like im bored, or not bother with them, its stupid i know but last time i took the risk for a decent guy he ended up being one of the ones that are just to big for their boots.
i’m self destructing i admit
i make so many bad bad choices
here’s the thing that i admit
i always know they’re bad choices

— Sholom Aleichem

“Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor."