Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Ghosts

If you go digging up the past, all you get is dirty.

---†---
I hurt myself today
To see if i still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing thats real.
The needle tears a hole;
The old familiar sting,
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything.

What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end,
And you could have it all:
my empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liars chair:
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.

What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end,
And you could have it all:
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.

If I could start again,
A million miles away,
I will keep myself,
I would find a way.

4 Comments:

At 11:33 AM, Blogger The Asian Sensation said...

Yeah, thats how I feel. Get dirty for no good reason.
Live in the present.
Thats cool about the planetarium.
Can't wait for you to visit!

 
At 2:04 PM, Blogger Sousa said...

I can't wait to visit either! Chase might be kind of drugged up when we're down there, by the way

 
At 6:15 PM, Blogger thesexyswede said...

nine-inch nails/johnny cash.

yay.

 
At 12:28 PM, Blogger Sousa said...

Yep. That was Jonny's version actually...which is better, in my opinion

 

Post a Comment

<< Home