Mellenkahlee
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Wednesday, August 06, 2003
Zort from URL @ 2:52 PM There once was a time when there once was this guy, That would still make you smile, if he hadnt have lied. And for every nano second that he was your friend, He wished he was more like your love till the end. And his shatterd aorta remains in pieces.(x2) No room for that boy. No room for the man in the mask. No room for the bandit. No room for the past's old guy X. And now theres another,Old-Guy's more like a brother, All he can do, is sit close by and smother. It's like he dropped a vase that held in his soul, Now his window is closed and his heart is all cold. And his shatterd aorta remains in pieces.(x2) No room for that boy. No room for the man in the mask. No room for the bandit. No room for the past's old guy X. You would think that it's right, for my eyes to clamp tight, Around on my eyeballs and forever see night. Nights where the burglar feels he has his most sight. And that would be a lie more painfull than right. And his shatterd aorta remains in pieces.(x2) No room for that boy. No room for the man in the mask. No room for the bandit. No room for the past's old guy X. Copyright 2003 Independant Ironmen
Zort from URL @ 2:45 PM Where did he go... I think I'm finaly coming to grips with the fact that GuyX is gone forever. Man it kinda hurts saying it. Well actually it feel like my world is falling apart on TV, and I'm watching it from the couch. There's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I don't even know how we ever got around to becoming GuyX and Clara, but I really wish we hadnt, because now that we're forever friends, (which I adore, and wouldnt give up for the world thats falling apart) theres all this healing to do on my part. I feel like theres always somthing in my life thats cut, wounded, or broken. You know what? I need to get on with my life, which I've known and been trying to do for some time, but it really hast been happening untill yesterday. It may take me my whole freakin' life, but I'm trying. Trying to swin upstream, past all these planes in the sky that I've already happily passed. Seeing it all again feels like an icepick is being jammed in my heart. Wow that was almost profound... Write that down. ::AN ICEPICK BEING JAMMED IN MY HEART:: Ah, noted. So yes, as I was saying, I'm fine and as far as your concerned I actually know how to smile, and nobody ever stopped teaching me how to smile. :-D <--- See? I can smile. Youre all Manxzes.
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