13 März, 2007

2, well, 3 days ago I've been asked to do a new post...well here it is, finally. (btw: Happy Birthday and so on)
And with the inspiration of My Chemical Romance I will try to start a more sensefull entry...

Is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete?

Well...actually I don't know anything to write about now...my feet hurt like hell from working today. Why do they invent an aperature to clean your shoes but don't get it straight tu build me some working shoes that don't hurt my feet? Well another senseless queation such as "why do kamikazes wear helmets?"
I've improved my Guitar Hero skill much further so I'm able to play all the songs in the medium difficulty with 5 stars (out of 5). I must admit that I impressed myself with my improving playing but I guess that's what the saying "practizising makes the master" is all about.

A life that's so demanding, I get so weak...A love that's so demanding that I can't speak

But nobody cares if you're losing yourself, am I losing myself?
I don't know how else to put this
It's taken me so long to do this
I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight
My muscles feel like a melee
My body's curled in a U-shape
I put on my best but I'm still afraid
Propped up by lies and promises
Saving my place as life forgets
Maybe its time I saw the world

I'm only here for a while
But patience is not my style
And I'm so tired that I gotta go

Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?
Tell me I should stick around for you
Tell me I could have it all
I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go

I get to go home in one week
But I leaving home in three weeks
They throw me a bone just to pick me dry
I'm following suit and directionsI crawl up inside for protection
I'm told what to do and I don't know why

I'm over existing in limbo
I'm over the myths and placebos
I don't really mind if I just fade away

I'm ready to live with my family
I'm ready to die in obscurity
Cause I'm so tired that I gotta go

Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
You still don't think I'm going see this through?
Tell me I'm a part of history
Tell me I can have it all
I'm still to tired to care and I gotta go