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Happy Endings Are for Fairy Tales - Forgetting.Eternity
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there's no way out, the only way out is to give in
when there's no way out, the only way out is to give in
How I love to ...give in
j.wong; never an easy answer
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seize the day, trust no tomorrows;
that which does not kill me makes me stronger
when there's no way out, the only way out is to give in
How I love to ...give in
{/The Face Behind The Mask --
Do you really want to know?
j.wong; never an easy answer
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seize the day, trust no tomorrows;
that which does not kill me makes me stronger
Here no one sleeps, one lays up while the other lies down
Where no one sleeps, one lays up while the other lies down
Ask the line on your face what the line on your hand meant
We,we couldn't see what was coming
...she wraps herself in layers of soft cotton, still trying to figure out why. Staring at the ceiling she tries to regain her steadiness. With no hope in sight she tugs at all the fabrics tightly, hoping to shield herself from the cold she created.With tears streaming down her face, she only wonders of what could of been, what would of been. She breaks the silence, replacing it with the dial tone. She falls back into her misery. "He's happy, he deserves to be, especially without the girl who could never give him a proper answer, or in that fact explain to him the truth behind it all." that tiny voice that haunts her says. Tossing and turing, just like running and falling, she's got no where else to go.
She lies there completely still. Pictures of better days look down upon her. Trickles of water gently glide down her face. She doesn't try to fight them back anymore. It's her fault that shes hurting but she doesn't seem to realize it, that she was the one killing herself all along. How long its been going on, how long is it going to be. Still she wakes up every morning to face the biggest lie she's ever told to herself. The one where her life is perfect and that she's okay...
Happily ever after, just like the stories where the princess meets her prince and they destroy evil together, where love conquers all. That happens in every story...just not this one. The princess is a stupid little girl. There is no prince, and love...love is the downfall of all that come close to her.
That's how this story ends.
Where no one sleeps, one lays up while the other lies down
Ask the line on your face what the line on your hand meant
We,we couldn't see what was coming
{/icy weather we're having. --
Tuesday, April 3, 2007 ( 7:13 p.m. )
...she wraps herself in layers of soft cotton, still trying to figure out why. Staring at the ceiling she tries to regain her steadiness. With no hope in sight she tugs at all the fabrics tightly, hoping to shield herself from the cold she created.With tears streaming down her face, she only wonders of what could of been, what would of been. She breaks the silence, replacing it with the dial tone. She falls back into her misery. "He's happy, he deserves to be, especially without the girl who could never give him a proper answer, or in that fact explain to him the truth behind it all." that tiny voice that haunts her says. Tossing and turing, just like running and falling, she's got no where else to go.
She lies there completely still. Pictures of better days look down upon her. Trickles of water gently glide down her face. She doesn't try to fight them back anymore. It's her fault that shes hurting but she doesn't seem to realize it, that she was the one killing herself all along. How long its been going on, how long is it going to be. Still she wakes up every morning to face the biggest lie she's ever told to herself. The one where her life is perfect and that she's okay...
Happily ever after, just like the stories where the princess meets her prince and they destroy evil together, where love conquers all. That happens in every story...just not this one. The princess is a stupid little girl. There is no prince, and love...love is the downfall of all that come close to her.
That's how this story ends.
Shake your head it's empty
Shake your hips move your feet
Shake your head it's empty
Shake your hips move your feet
Shake your head it's empty
{/Beats & Rhythms --
it's the words of my soul
I'm so glad that I'm an island
I'm so glad that I'm an island
I'm so glad that I'm an island now
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designer  DancingSheep
I'm so glad that I'm an island
I'm so glad that I'm an island now
{/Never Look Back --
watch me waste my life away
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{/credits --
designer  DancingSheep
Sickness was fixing me some
Coughed out my heart in the last stall
Now that the damage is done
I never miss it at all
So you might ask yourself "why am i reading this". Well, no one said you had to.
This is simply an online journal, mostly of the worst of days because sometimes we're just not ready to let go of those emotions. Somtimes you don't want to feel better. Sometimes you just want to be angry, or sad. For me reading over everything helps me stay that way. I know it sounds weird but sometimes we need to hit rock bottom, hell, before we can get better. These memories are hard to relive, hard to forget. So until I find a better way to deal with all these bottled up emotions, here they will stay.
Coughed out my heart in the last stall
Now that the damage is done
I never miss it at all
{/In The End --
this one's for you
So you might ask yourself "why am i reading this". Well, no one said you had to.
This is simply an online journal, mostly of the worst of days because sometimes we're just not ready to let go of those emotions. Somtimes you don't want to feel better. Sometimes you just want to be angry, or sad. For me reading over everything helps me stay that way. I know it sounds weird but sometimes we need to hit rock bottom, hell, before we can get better. These memories are hard to relive, hard to forget. So until I find a better way to deal with all these bottled up emotions, here they will stay.