Tuesday, September 12, 2006

"The moral to the story goes
Never leave your heart
In a box
Locked up With cold cold ice
Never leave your heart...
Never leave your heart... alone"
-Butterfly boucher:Never leave your heart alone
Ah, sweet sweet lethargy I can taste you on my tongue and know the after taste will be bittersweet and yet i take the bate. why?
Because it's all too easy to let life live itself...to let go of the moment completely and detatch myself from responsibility and the collective of unwantedness that comes along with it.
Say that I'm changed
Say I'm different
Maybe I finally understand
Say I've let go
Say it's obvious
I tell myself over and over and over and over again
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready to believe
Tell me i'm astrong
Tell me i'm weak
Tell me i'll never never bend
Tell me I'm fire
Tell me i'm cold
"Cold" tell myself and over and over
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready to believe cuz i want to feel my heart.
2:38 PM