CHANGES Three Doors Down
I'm not suposed to be scared of anything, but I don't know where I am... I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands... (how I feel).... I'm trying hard to breathe now but there's no air in my lungs... There's no one here to talk to and the pain inside is making me numb...
I try to hold this... Under control... They can't help me... 'Cause no one knows...
Now I'm going through changes, changes... God, I feel so frustrated lately... When I get suffocated, save me... Now I'm going through changes, changes...
I'm feeling weak and weary walking through this world alone... Everything you say, every word of it, cuts me to the bone... (and I bleed)... I've got something to say, but now I've got no where to turn... It feel like I've been buried underneath all the weight of the world...
I try to hold this... Under control... They can't help me... 'Cause no one knows...
Now I'm going through changes, changes... God, I feel so frustrated lately... When I get suffocated, save me... Now I'm going through changes, changes...
I'm blind and shaking... Bound and breaking... I hope I make it through all these changes...
Now I'm going through changes, changes... God, I feel so frustrated lately... When I get suffocated, save me... Now I'm falling apart, now I feel it...
Now I'm going through changes, changes... God, I feel so frustrated lately... When I get suffocated, I hate this... But I'm going through changes, changes...
PANIC PRONE Chevelle Gave in Again The bastard Can't keep refusing rights So he'll loan the cash But the sin Is on the hands of you
So To care or Plead silence Weak hands are calling
There's close enough And there's too far It won't change an empty stare But I can't seem to end These images Hauntingly looks like hell
So To care or Plead silence Weak hands are calling
Come, Enter the foreign. Face, All that's shameful. Cheat, May the past find Out; Separating...
So To care or Plead silence Weak hands are calling
So To care or Plead silence Weak hands are calling To end this catastrophic scene awake and breathe in
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girl jessica. 16. boring. likes life a little bit. just a little bit. reads alot. writes alot. takes too many pictures. likes the sky. is in love with the sky. can't draw very well. wants to be a writer/english teacher. has goals for life, just doesn't know what they are yet. jokes around too much. is confused regarding religion. was christian. became an atheist. became chrisitan again. now just can't decide, for a certain reason. is in love with someone, but not romantically. is infatuated with someone, though. likes to jump around. can be antisocial if social for too long. is not very pretty. is not very skinny either. can't focus. always manages to procrastinate. likes to sing, but can't very well. complains too much.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - life i adore my friends. i don't deserve them, really. they're too good to me. This is actually something one of my best freinds wrote to me in a note...
Whenever I need someone to talk to, or to be there for me, it's you... Regardless of what's going on in your life, or how bad your day is going, you still find the time and energy to recognize and care about a friend in need. I can trust you with ANYTHING I share with you; I not only know that you won't tell other people, but that you'll never criticize, or judge me for how I feel... You know exactly how to make me feel better and you know all the right things to say to ease the pain... You're an incredible friend, Jessica, the kind that only comes around once in a lifetime, and someone would be a fool to let you go... I love you, Jess, and I wouldn't change you for the world!
i do NOT deserve my friends.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - love now having told you everything my friend said about me... what's funny is that that's the way guys see me, too. and only that. a friend.
my love life, or lack thereof, is HORRIBLE.
and i'm kinda confused about it right now. =/ scratch that... REALLY confused.
oh well!
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Dancing this dance we dance me and the image i reflect so sullenly i spin, and twirl designs of magic an empty vial is all that remains to wash the day away its like a sea of regret a mountain of guilt that each soul must climb my path lies under, in and beyond on my path is pain, hardship heartache, doubt my feet tremble as my walking stick becomes so much more it is now my loss of control my last mistake my quickened pace
Hurried a vicious cycle thrice returning a backwards mirror to the past shows me things i did and will do from behind the looking glass i see the actions placed before me i have no choice but to regret sleeping, dreaming, twisting, turning burning, entangled in a spider's net my thoughts, they curl with anticipation a false sense of life and hope i became a figment of my own imagination reality?... nope a calming itchy sensation shivers up my back i commit, and bury long dead secrets only stealth do i lack
Lack of Oxygen it's like the writing on the wall is meant to kill us slowly it's like the words inside my head are there to remind me of the better days, when you and me were still attached at the hip when we'd walk around, and laugh it off with heavy lipstick within earshot of the corner store, you'd take a bow and jump headfirst inside my heart to only turn around i closed the door, you found the key but shot the lock off first now i'm bruised and bleeding, and you don't see me, am i meant to be? this time we'll call the shots together or we won't see the day turn red the lack of oxygen will be our end pale blue and grey the skies turn weak and we won't watch them fall down this lack of oxygen will be our end
Poetry of Mind a product of your imagination simple fascination an all-too easy rationalization limitless implication lucid appreciation albeit your explanation an accidental justification satisfactory reparation merciless damnation one's false accusation nation's glorification don't let me stop your angry idolization embarrassed adulation broken animation dead occupation my heart bleeds for your desolation dear sweet love, break me of my vexation exiled infuriation an apple's sweet sensation perfect assimilation utter incorporation let go of my indignation blatant hallucination shameless evaluation behind my dramatization complete and total purification right to your annihilation loss of sanctification separation of the natural authorization and exoneration ceaseless termination
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