I…yeah ME, Is slowly, Step by step, Contact by contact, Touch by touch, Am disappearin.
Goin off the grid, Tryin to get rid, Of my anchors, Cutting ties, Burying my lies, The thoughts and, Things I’ve denied, I bid adue, I say goodbye.
The distance of the road to success becomes shorter as soon as you take the first step.
England In 1819’s official Music Video
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“I have found, find, comfort in their music and sound; like the way I remember my Mother’s embracing hug as a child…warm and calm. Like, everything is alright. That’s how I feel hearing England In 1819.” - Me
Time confirms, What my heart already knows.
A memory, The last time locked in my mind.
It’s true, The greatest of all my fears.
Never again, Will blue look back upon me.
An impression, pressed,
Into existance, never,
Changing, only repeated.
Over and over, similar,
To another, different,
From, each other.
I am here and I don’t,
Want to be. Be here.
Where else would, Anyone else.
Expect me. To be?
How am I so stuck, In everyone.
Else’s dream? Without concern.
For my well being.
Will somebody please, Tell me.
Yes me. To go home.
I have nothing there, Nothing’s mine.
That I need. To be there.
Don’t need to be here.
Hat through tomorrow
Noah and the Whale - ‘L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.’ (Official Video) (by realnoahandthewhale)
Since five guys …came into my life….I got a pick up line…I ask a big girl…if she wanna stay the night…
Don’t walk down the path to darkness, why not walk to the light
Free, buy one get one free, Jack up the price just a bit, Not as much as two, But more, More than I need.
I can have when some can’t, Fall to the leader of greed. Because I can, In glutney’s hand, So weighed down I barely stand.
Grabbing and taking, Gathering and faking, Like I need, or deserve, Or I can afford it all. Sit surounded yet in the end, I have nothing at all.
Things and me, Walled in so high, Can’t see, no light, Suffocated, and can’t breathe, Or leave, tangled at the feet, I don’t want to fight.
Collapse in and consume. Just as I have, Now I am the thing, That’s part of the things, All more than I need.
I just sneezed 8 times in a row. I believe that the death process has….aaachoo..began
Write me a new song Mr. Taylor, Somethin about a storm, And a sailor. Somethin about baby Jane, A reason to wake up again.
At times you have to join the ranks,
Join what you despise,
Use that system,
To reach what you desire.
Does it make me right, Does it make it all ok?
I tend to be walking alone,
Treading through this place,
Only minimal stays, With people,
without a home.
Again it’s time for me to go,
Against what I’ve learned,
Haven’t taught me a thing, I swear,
this I know.
So long friend.
Say we’ll be in touch,
And never lose sight. It’s okay,
I will fade away.
Don’t you worry,
Do not feel guilty,
It’ll be alright, no memory.
You won’t lose sleep at night.
Go on with life,
I will do the same,
With no guilt. If I can.
