Nights, days, evenings, weeks.
nothing comes but a tear on those cheeks,
All we know is that we're running out of time.
Everyone else act just fine.
Like nothings gonna happen when we all die.
And sometimes they dont even try.
Try to tell us what we are.
They're all stuck in a bar,
Drinking their lives away...
They just need one more day
One more day to live in life.
Why are we all living in strife?
When we can live a life we love.
Nothing more then a flying dove.
Live different lights, on a broadway show.
They all want to go with the flow,
When you can be you, and i can be me.
Just sit down, and drink your tea,
And we can b
Current Residence: in a boot Favourite genre of music: rock/alternative Favourite style of art: photography Operating System: so x tiger mac MP3 player of choice: i pod Skin of choice: skin on my body
Hello everyone,
After months away i have come back to see just how much my old art sucked, so many of my old works (and stupid comments) should be gone by now! just a quick notification because i was tired of seeing that old journal from two years ago still up :v
I am watching Superbad. It's a pretty cool movie. Patrice is really weirded out by it though.
Hey, New Years is a little over half an hour away! Hooray!
This journal was actually written by PineappleSodaCat (https://www.deviantart.com/pineapplesodacat) who is pretending to be me. Only not. Let's all dance happily and hope that no one notices!
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hi blackberry wishing you a good halloween i will be posting more halloween photos thanks bye - blackberry
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