2003-01-27 - 4:13 p.m.

Do You Call My Name ~ Ra

Some people seem to think They always know what's best for you Their little minds try to Create a world to keep you still The bolt is thrown, the cage is locked You saw this, don't you lie At first you cry and then you hate Those people stole your will Do as you are told And maybe then we'll let you out You might be dead and cold You might be full of doubt Don't try to escape Cuz you don't have nowhere to go If nothing is your fate There's no scenario No nothing Do you call my name? Do you stain my brain? My eyes are blurry And I can't see you anymore Do you call my name? Do you breed my pain? My heart is bloody And I can't take it anymore So you just sit there stuck Afraid to risk reality Afraid to cause yourself more pain To face insanity But nothing ventured, nothing gained You see, your fear's your cage You beg for help but you're alone Stuck in a helpless rage Do as you are told And maybe then we'll let you out You might be dead and cold You might be full of doubt Don't try to escape Cuz you don't have nowhere to go If nothing is your fate There's no scenario (It's me) (I see) (Please) (Let me out I'm petrified) Do as you are told And maybe then we'll let you out You might be dead and cold You might be full of doubt Don't try to escape Cuz you don't have nowhere to go If nothing is your fate There's no scenario C'mon Do you call my name? Do you stain my brain? My eyes are blurry And I can't see you anymore And I can't see you anymore And I can't see you anymore And I can't see you anymore

~*~*~do you call my name? do you breed my pain? do you feel the same? because my heart is bloody and i can't take it anymore. do you stain my brain? my eyes are blurry and i can't see you anymore...i'm currently stuck in a nuthouse of 3 stoners *me included*, and one non-stoner who, ironically happens to be stoned. they're singing this song that some guy sang at the open mic we went to on friday. with them. with him. but anyway...the song is boring and getting to be annoying and now they're trying to write another song for their band that consists of a singer and a guitarist and the singer can't sing for beans. his voice just doesn't stop annoying the shit out of you because he's out of key and he doesn't realize how bad he sings. on to other topics of uninteresting tidbits of my life...um this song i put in here has been playing in my mind over and over. like it's trying to tell me something but i dont know what. i am sad today. i went to school. then to work. then i came home and did more chores and shit, and now i'm chilling but still. i'm pissed that i'm broke, i'm pissed that my suit is taking forever to get over with. i'm pissed that ian keeps singing jo-anne, i pissed that my mp3 player doesn't have a lot of memory and i wish that it was just limitless but it's not and i'm missing out on all those musically enhanced hours of my life...

Poem ~ Taproot

overbearing panic attack entrenching my veins in an hour i'll be ok i pray this pain will go away permanently someday I'VE seen more than... I should have to... I'VE seen this on my own this song is a, poem to myself, it helps me to live... in case of fire, BREAK the glass, and move on into your own... reoccurring drowning effect entrenching my brain, i hope you'll be ok someday, so i can say that you moved on in the right way... WE'VE seen this and WE'VE breathed this and WE'VE lived this on our own... this song is a, poem to myself, it helps me to live... in case of fire, BREAK the glass, and move on into your own... your own... BREAK... this song is a, poem to myself, it helps me to live... in case of fire, BREAK the glass, and move on into your own...

~*~*~*~*~ and yet they're still singing jo-anne. shut upppppppp please? i've seen too much. more than a lot of people. too much low points. way too many. ughhhh i wish i had some money. i wish marc could have come through today and blown me away. i wish that i didnt have to wish cuz then i'd be happy. i'm tired. and annoyed. and unloved. and lonely. and broke. and almost potless. but above all of them i'm still lonely when i go home at night. instead of a tall skinny italian i have to sleep with my cat who doesnt understand that claws against skin is not pleasurefull. oh kay i am going to get off of this box now...

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