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Previous - this entry written on March 23, 2002 at 5:31 pm - Next And I�d give up forever to touch you �Cause I know that you feel me somehow You�re the closest to heaven that I�ll ever be And I don�t wanna go home right now And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later it�s over I just don�t wanna miss you tonight And I don�t want the world to see me �Cause I don�t think that they�d understand When everything�s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And you can�t fight the tears that ain�t coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies And you bleed just to know you�re alive And I don�t want the world to see me �Cause I don�t think that they�d understand When everything�s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am... ...*sighs*... ...yeah. I remember. I remember how stupid it is to care, sometimes. I remember how damned little good it does. I remember that these blissful moments don't last, that the worries build. I remember that the scent of dish soap and grass will fade. I remember what it's like watching someone work with a sword, seeing power and strength, listening to this song over and over and feeling it ache... Yeah, I remember all that. It doesn't matter though, don't you see? All the memories, all the lessons, all the reality and common sense, it fades out into nothingness sometimes. It turns into this warmth... and dreams... and hope... and that's how I get hurt. I just don't want to miss you tonight... I don't want to miss a moment of this... and at the same time I want to run, run far and run fast, to get away before I get hurt all over again. I can see it just waiting to hurt. *shakes her head* and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming... ...and I've done my share of bleeding. I know I'm alive. Why can't I just be satisfied with what I've got? I know this entry is a bit disjointed and almost, I am sorry... but it's stress release. Let me release. Let me exist. Argh... someone give me some vicodin and chocolate and let me sleep for a few days? Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
