Do you feel me slipping away?
I've started to stop caring
they say "no expectations, no disappointment"
that's what I'm going for
though, I still hope for little things
that you don't think twice about
this new years eve
i've gone without questions of your whereabouts, cause i'll just be sad that i'm not even thought about in the making of these plans
i've stopped revolving part of my life around you, like you did long ago and now i feel better in some ways but more sad in others
i'm always alone
no happy new year,
no nothing

My body wildly craves abuse
It begs me to work for pain
So I push myself to the edge
Or sometimes over it
But as I am still young
In a sense, my body can handle it
Or at least I like to think so
So I'll hurt the next day
(From running 8 miles)
Or I'll puke my guts out
(From partying with people)
But anatomy is super cool
Our bodies can gain muscle
Process alcohol
Consume drugs
Experience a variety of things
But we will heal
Repair ourselves
And do it all over again

My body is addicted to attention
As well as probably yours
And his
And hers
We beg inside for pleasure
We work ourselves to find someone
Or something
To make us feel better
(At the top of our game)
A significant other to touch us
Or a sweet sweet to munch on
Or a work out to sweat it out
And we are young
So we want as much as we can
(We can't get enough)
To last us the rest of our lives
And experience is part of it
I want as much experience as possible
Because in all honesty
I don't know what I like till I try it
Pretty much that goes for everyone
(Most of the scary stuff is in your mind)
Get past it
I crave experience
Good or bad

My body thrives on achievements
It begs me to keep up the good work
I push myself because I'm young
Things are easier to do now
Compared to later
I see older people struggle with everything
I want to keep these muscles I have
So I will work them hard now
(I will run and lift weights)
I want to keep my mind open
And I'll experience a bunch of things
(Drugs, drinks and ***)
So I will have fun crazy stories to tell when I'm old
Cause that's all old people are good for
Telling good stories
Right?
So I'll continue my journey
Through all the new experiences to come
The only thing I wish
Is that I would've started this journey
A LONG TIME AGO
(I've wasted half my youth)
And that disappoints me deeply

the darkness can not hide me
i strike with light,
and a cigaret.

waiting for the story.

of my life to be told.

High as the sky
Touching the clouds
My fingers separate the haze
As I fly by endowed

Of the person I am
At this time of tranquility
My thoughts flow free
Like the river runs swiftly

I take you in
And let you out
****** abounds
If I had the strength, I'd shout

Such a brief encounter
As I breath you into me
Now sleep, I must
Because, you make my dreams ******

Metal bands and old friends
Leave a taste to be desired
Yet I stay with beer to pay
I'm just like you.

on a bar stool
With drums beating me down
What's with the loud sounds?
I can take it your just like me.

Whisky in a warmed skin
Left to take it all in
I observe the room with apathy.

Thank Ga for family.

the man always marvels at what the man makes, but what of when man makes mistakes? ****.. i ddnt mean to write that.......but LOOK AT IT!!!! its AWESOME!!! Right??????.......right?..

I think this *** makes more sense than you ever could.
The part that thinks it wouldn't, knows of course it should.

In my drunken haze, I run naked in the rain.
The stars let me know there's no need to live in shame.