Back To Me
If you would just come back to me I would be so good!
Put your trust back in me the least I think you should.
We'll call it my pathology so I misunderstood!
A bit selfish I should be if I could change I would.
See it on my face!
All I wanted was a friend
To look in me to comprehend.
All I wanted was to fly
How could you sit and watch me die?
All I wanted was you there
Your cruelty was my despair.
You just killed me so the story goes.
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved me more than life itself.
By the duck pond she said,
Carved our names into the bark we climbed the tree.
I slipped and fell behind,
Now I'm sorry.
If you would just come back to me I would be so good!
Put your trust back in me the least I think you should.
We'll call it my pathology so I misunderstood!
A bit selfish I should be if I could change I would.
See it on my face!
All reminds me of your name
We sought fortune through the rain.
Every day and every place
Everywhere I kissed your face.
All the sacrifice in vain
How could you put all the blame on me?
That's not fair so the story goes.
Once upon a time we had the moon we had the stars we were divine.
Upon my shoulder she cried.
Now she hides the faith she fears she throws herself.
Before her bed of lies.
She'll be sorry.
If you would just come back to me I would be so good!
Put your trust back in me the least I think you should.
We'll call it my pathology so I misunderstood!
A bit selfish I should be if I could change I would.
See it on my face!...
If you would just come back to me!
If you would just come back to me!...
It's alright
~Back to Me by Nine Days
I've been thinking about this blog. I've forgot why I started it. I believe it was to document the daily events of my life. Since then it's gone from a fact page to what's been on my mind. Over the past few years I've neglected it, only updating once a month if not less. It's funny when I look back at some of my first posts. (I've taken down posts from years ago if you haven't noticed. I like to keep it for myself but I feel they no long have a need to be shown publicly) Things that upset me then seem so minor compared to now. It just goes to show how you can get lost in the moment and miss the picture and realize that the problem is just temporary. I guess I should apply this to what I face now.
I've been wondering how much of it is what is happening and what I'm thinking. Perspective. I don't really consider myself a downer. Yea, I think sad thoughts from time to time and sometimes I just over react to minor things, but I'm still a pretty fun person to hang out with. At least I think so. But it got me thinking, does the man make the mind or the other way around. In other words, who you really are vs the thoughts in your mind. The same? Different? If they are different which one wins over? I know that ever since 04 my mind has been dragging me through hell. Yet I can still over come and be who I am most of the time. I know some people will say, "Well your thoughts are yours so they must reflect who you are." I don't feel that way. I think who we really are and who we are in our head are two different people, actions speak louder than words. We all would like to think we're heroes but when we are faced with a real gun I'm sure most of us would cower. What we actually do and what we think we'll do are different. And I believe it is our actions that define us, not our thoughts. I think about sex all the time, I talk about sex all the time. It's not secret I love sex. But I'm no womanizer. Could I go out and seek meaningless sex? Yes. Do I? Once. I can count all the women I've slept with on one hand. Yes, I've had a lot of sex, but only with a handful of women. But by virtue of the fact that I talk about sex all the time people automatically assume I'm some hound dog. In any case, I need to get my crap in order since school starts next week.
HOORAY!!!
not -_-
Random video, enjoy!
Put your trust back in me the least I think you should.
We'll call it my pathology so I misunderstood!
A bit selfish I should be if I could change I would.
See it on my face!
All I wanted was a friend
To look in me to comprehend.
All I wanted was to fly
How could you sit and watch me die?
All I wanted was you there
Your cruelty was my despair.
You just killed me so the story goes.
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved me more than life itself.
By the duck pond she said,
Carved our names into the bark we climbed the tree.
I slipped and fell behind,
Now I'm sorry.
If you would just come back to me I would be so good!
Put your trust back in me the least I think you should.
We'll call it my pathology so I misunderstood!
A bit selfish I should be if I could change I would.
See it on my face!
All reminds me of your name
We sought fortune through the rain.
Every day and every place
Everywhere I kissed your face.
All the sacrifice in vain
How could you put all the blame on me?
That's not fair so the story goes.
Once upon a time we had the moon we had the stars we were divine.
Upon my shoulder she cried.
Now she hides the faith she fears she throws herself.
Before her bed of lies.
She'll be sorry.
If you would just come back to me I would be so good!
Put your trust back in me the least I think you should.
We'll call it my pathology so I misunderstood!
A bit selfish I should be if I could change I would.
See it on my face!...
If you would just come back to me!
If you would just come back to me!...
It's alright
~Back to Me by Nine Days
I've been thinking about this blog. I've forgot why I started it. I believe it was to document the daily events of my life. Since then it's gone from a fact page to what's been on my mind. Over the past few years I've neglected it, only updating once a month if not less. It's funny when I look back at some of my first posts. (I've taken down posts from years ago if you haven't noticed. I like to keep it for myself but I feel they no long have a need to be shown publicly) Things that upset me then seem so minor compared to now. It just goes to show how you can get lost in the moment and miss the picture and realize that the problem is just temporary. I guess I should apply this to what I face now.
I've been wondering how much of it is what is happening and what I'm thinking. Perspective. I don't really consider myself a downer. Yea, I think sad thoughts from time to time and sometimes I just over react to minor things, but I'm still a pretty fun person to hang out with. At least I think so. But it got me thinking, does the man make the mind or the other way around. In other words, who you really are vs the thoughts in your mind. The same? Different? If they are different which one wins over? I know that ever since 04 my mind has been dragging me through hell. Yet I can still over come and be who I am most of the time. I know some people will say, "Well your thoughts are yours so they must reflect who you are." I don't feel that way. I think who we really are and who we are in our head are two different people, actions speak louder than words. We all would like to think we're heroes but when we are faced with a real gun I'm sure most of us would cower. What we actually do and what we think we'll do are different. And I believe it is our actions that define us, not our thoughts. I think about sex all the time, I talk about sex all the time. It's not secret I love sex. But I'm no womanizer. Could I go out and seek meaningless sex? Yes. Do I? Once. I can count all the women I've slept with on one hand. Yes, I've had a lot of sex, but only with a handful of women. But by virtue of the fact that I talk about sex all the time people automatically assume I'm some hound dog. In any case, I need to get my crap in order since school starts next week.
HOORAY!!!
not -_-
Random video, enjoy!
