May 2011
31 posts
“Welcome to my private hell
There’s no one to fight now enjoy myself
I’d rather drown than ask for help
I wish I was someone else.
Mr. Perfect, Misconstrued
Lead the way, follow through
Probably hate me, I do too
You’re so much like me I feel sorry for you.
But I think you’re pretty, pretty sure
You will profit you will get hurt,
I eat my words they taste like dirt.
I’m only ashamed because I know what it’s worth.
Find my comfort, inside blame
Shove my pride back down my face
My worst habits waking up at least once a day,
Balance barefoot on a needle heaven’s just a jump away.” —
There’s no one to fight now enjoy myself
I’d rather drown than ask for help
I wish I was someone else.
Mr. Perfect, Misconstrued
Lead the way, follow through
Probably hate me, I do too
You’re so much like me I feel sorry for you.
But I think you’re pretty, pretty sure
You will profit you will get hurt,
I eat my words they taste like dirt.
I’m only ashamed because I know what it’s worth.
Find my comfort, inside blame
Shove my pride back down my face
My worst habits waking up at least once a day,
Balance barefoot on a needle heaven’s just a jump away.” —
Cosmonaut
And this is hidden inside the ventilation shaft. Day number 33 captains log 4458. And it seems the captain and its crew are on its last lengths. All this culture clash is getting to me now. Am i the last one up above in this space? tell my wife and kids i love them very much they know…ground control to major tom.
