If i survive
Breathing shallow,I'm slipping away.
Hanging in the gallows,I'm starting to pray.
How careful it was planned to do away with me;
So kill me if you can,But words won't make be bleed.
So what if I survive,And live to tell the truth?
Imagine my surprise,To find me living and so very much alive!
I'll find a new life and hide,If I survive.
But I swear you're going down if I survive!
I'll find a new life and hide if I survive.
I'll find my own place in time if I survive.
I'll learn to forget the crime if I survive...
But I swear you're going down if I survive!
If I survive I'll tell on you.
If I survive I'll tell on you.
If I survive I'll tell on you.
If I survive I'll tell on you....
It rained today. Well, last night actually. But its all wet and cloudy now. The monsoon is settin in. And with it is the depression that sets in around this time every year. Looks like this year will be a repeat of last year and the year before that. Not pleasant.
A lot of memories of late. Different stuff....none of it particularly uplifting. I'm two weeks into my vacations and this already feels like a terminal depression. Maybe i should start walking again. But even that brings back unpleasant flashbacks. But it also brings sleep.
Sad thing is i have nobody at which to direct this anger and frustration. No one to blame.....'cept maybe myself. I guess what i miss the most is not the person but the way it used to be. The conversation. The intelligent conversation. The company. Not the person. Where you're so comfortable, you can call at two in the mornin just to chat. Or be called and not be upset....just rather nice to hear that voice. And to be reminded of it.....is like a slap in the face....a sort of divine taunt. To meet someone again. Smart. Probably smarter. Prettier. Wittier. And the muted wickedness. How i thrive on the wickedness!! :-) And to have it taken away. To realise it just slipped through your fingers. Your fault. Grow up move on. Shouldnt be as tough as the last time. Not gonna let history repeat itself again. Not this time. If i survive.
Hanging in the gallows,I'm starting to pray.
How careful it was planned to do away with me;
So kill me if you can,But words won't make be bleed.
So what if I survive,And live to tell the truth?
Imagine my surprise,To find me living and so very much alive!
I'll find a new life and hide,If I survive.
But I swear you're going down if I survive!
I'll find a new life and hide if I survive.
I'll find my own place in time if I survive.
I'll learn to forget the crime if I survive...
But I swear you're going down if I survive!
If I survive I'll tell on you.
If I survive I'll tell on you.
If I survive I'll tell on you.
If I survive I'll tell on you....
It rained today. Well, last night actually. But its all wet and cloudy now. The monsoon is settin in. And with it is the depression that sets in around this time every year. Looks like this year will be a repeat of last year and the year before that. Not pleasant.
A lot of memories of late. Different stuff....none of it particularly uplifting. I'm two weeks into my vacations and this already feels like a terminal depression. Maybe i should start walking again. But even that brings back unpleasant flashbacks. But it also brings sleep.
Sad thing is i have nobody at which to direct this anger and frustration. No one to blame.....'cept maybe myself. I guess what i miss the most is not the person but the way it used to be. The conversation. The intelligent conversation. The company. Not the person. Where you're so comfortable, you can call at two in the mornin just to chat. Or be called and not be upset....just rather nice to hear that voice. And to be reminded of it.....is like a slap in the face....a sort of divine taunt. To meet someone again. Smart. Probably smarter. Prettier. Wittier. And the muted wickedness. How i thrive on the wickedness!! :-) And to have it taken away. To realise it just slipped through your fingers. Your fault. Grow up move on. Shouldnt be as tough as the last time. Not gonna let history repeat itself again. Not this time. If i survive.
posted by Socrates (ugly bastard, wasn't he!!) | 6:32 PM
1 Comments:
really not fair,thats all i can say
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