Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Pointless
This blog is so pointless, theres things i wanna say, to get off my chest, but i wanna keep them to myself too. The only people who read this are people i want to talk to about it but i just cant, so theres no point in this even being here. :(
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
..
What thoughts walk these empty streets
Alongside me when the sunshine hides
The path I walk chose me
And is locked away in my mind
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
Whispers traded for the moment till there's nothing left to say
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
But piece by piece I fall apart, as the road i walk, walks me
It's my home away from home
As my own home is ripped apart
I can only sing the songs that are sung to me
By my own mentality
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
Whispers traded for the moment till there's nothing left to say
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
But piece by piece I fall apart, as the road i walk, walks me
I'm locked between all these mixed airwaves
My mind once sung, but now it shouts with violence
Scratching my soul, and ripping it down
Burn me up and hit the ground
Will my lustful goals be put to rest?
Where's my spiritual release?
Locked away inbetween all my needs
But when needs aren't defined,
And the world will not hide
Then there's nowhere for me left to run.
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
Whispers traded for the moment till there's nothing left to say
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
But piece by piece I fall apart, as the road i walk, walks me
I'm locked between all these mixed airwaves
My mind once sung, but now it shouts with violence
Scratching my soul, and ripping it down
Burn me up and hit the ground
Will my lustful goals be put to rest?
Will my lustful goals be put to rest?
Alongside me when the sunshine hides
The path I walk chose me
And is locked away in my mind
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
Whispers traded for the moment till there's nothing left to say
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
But piece by piece I fall apart, as the road i walk, walks me
It's my home away from home
As my own home is ripped apart
I can only sing the songs that are sung to me
By my own mentality
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
Whispers traded for the moment till there's nothing left to say
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
But piece by piece I fall apart, as the road i walk, walks me
I'm locked between all these mixed airwaves
My mind once sung, but now it shouts with violence
Scratching my soul, and ripping it down
Burn me up and hit the ground
Will my lustful goals be put to rest?
Where's my spiritual release?
Locked away inbetween all my needs
But when needs aren't defined,
And the world will not hide
Then there's nowhere for me left to run.
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
Whispers traded for the moment till there's nothing left to say
Troubles shared together every night and every single day
But piece by piece I fall apart, as the road i walk, walks me
I'm locked between all these mixed airwaves
My mind once sung, but now it shouts with violence
Scratching my soul, and ripping it down
Burn me up and hit the ground
Will my lustful goals be put to rest?
Will my lustful goals be put to rest?
Monday, 4 May 2009
First
First.
Im just gonna write down some random stuff that comes to my mind occasionally, and probably write some lyrics down or something i dont know.
What's on my mind now?
GCSE's, stress.
I hate the way that whenever guitar comes up in conversation with my dad, he always just says how i'm going to quit, and how i'm not going to stick to it, like everything else i've ever done in my life. Maybe he has a point, but if he says that to me every 5 fucking minutes how does he expect me to stick at it, he isnt exactly supportive. Besides, i know i'm gonna stick with this, because all of the other things i've done, have been totally new things, golf, ccf, but guitar, is something that i've had with me all my life but i just havent known it, and that thing is music, i've always loved it, for years upon years, so now, that i can make my own music, there's no way i'm ever quitting this. I just wish my dad would be more supportive of me, especially when im so stressed because of exams anyway.
Im just gonna write down some random stuff that comes to my mind occasionally, and probably write some lyrics down or something i dont know.
What's on my mind now?
GCSE's, stress.
I hate the way that whenever guitar comes up in conversation with my dad, he always just says how i'm going to quit, and how i'm not going to stick to it, like everything else i've ever done in my life. Maybe he has a point, but if he says that to me every 5 fucking minutes how does he expect me to stick at it, he isnt exactly supportive. Besides, i know i'm gonna stick with this, because all of the other things i've done, have been totally new things, golf, ccf, but guitar, is something that i've had with me all my life but i just havent known it, and that thing is music, i've always loved it, for years upon years, so now, that i can make my own music, there's no way i'm ever quitting this. I just wish my dad would be more supportive of me, especially when im so stressed because of exams anyway.
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