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Begining
This is just the begining of my so called life. Of which I live. Although I won't be able to update this site everyday
I do have a daily journal. www.livejournal.com/gothicdarkness1 . So you can keep there if ypou wish. So now enter my world
of music ,alter egos, punks, and depression.
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The story of a 13 year old girl. A story that would get a Rated R rating from a movie critic. One filled with Depression,
punks, death, music, alter-egos and romance all within 13years.... can you handel it? Too bad it's already begun.........
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've tired of being what you want me to be
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A taste of how I always feel....
I cannot take this anymore
I'm saying everything I've said before
All these words they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Less I hear the less you'll say
But you'll find that out anyway
Just like before...
[chours:]
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to break
I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again
Just like before
[chours (x2)]
shut up when I'm talking to you
shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to BREAK
[chours (x2)]
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Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it. She stripped from head to toe and then left him with his shoulder out. Go get
your heartbeat. It beats me straight into the ground. You don't recover from a night like this. Our victim, still lying in
bed, completely motionless. A hand moves in the dark to her zipper. And a boy best in tourniquet sheets barely whispers, "This
is so messed up." Upon arrival the guests had all stared. Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for
the stairs. No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life filled with lies and failing relationships. (Up the
stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.) He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it. He's wet
from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down. His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up. Get the body on
the bed like it's flowered and he starts going down. The people, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't
too hard to settle. Die young and
save yourself. They take all the taste out. It used to be the reason that we're even, now it's choking me up. Die young
and save yourself. She hits the lights. This doesn't seem quite fair. Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't
feel so prepared. She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air. "This is the first and last time", he
said. She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. He's holding back from
telling her exactly what it really feels like. He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. She's moving way too fast and all he
wanted was to hold her. Nothing that he touches is really having an effect. He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably
only looking for... (Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.) So much more than he could
ever give. A life full of lies and failing relationships. He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. He waits for it to
end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The people, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to settle. Die young and save yourself.
They take all the taste out. It used to be the reason that we're even, now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old. The people, the focus. The reasons that I had to
believe you weren't too hard to settle. Die young and save yourself. They take all the taste out. It used to be the reason
that we're even, now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.
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