Post by Camisado on Mar 30, 2008 13:03:14 GMT -5
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I hate myself more than I ever let on. I'm burnt out at 22. I've lived too fast and I've loved too much and I'll die too young.
But I chose this cup that I drank from, knew what I was getting into. But I couldn't let out what I had to keep in. I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins that I've committed and I've made mistakes. But I'll find my way. There's no explanation for the things I've failed at before.
If I only had an ax I'd sever these ties I've made with the world. Maybe I can still be a stanger in a stange place. If I can start now, maybe I can be saved. If I only had a mask, I'd cover these bloodshot eyes that will be black by dawn. If I wake up and leave now, maybe I can be pure again.
Don't try and hold my hand, it's alright. Sometimes, it just hurts to be a man.
Look at me now, I'm on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town.
He sat on the end of the couch, with his head buried in his hands, unsure of what was worse, that he was in a room with a shrink, or that he doesn't remember how he got there. Ever since the run with Pain and the Real Deal at the beginning of his career, he hasn't quite enjoyed life too awfully much. After a few long moments, he raises his head up from his palms and gazes toward his doctor.
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I suppose I'm trying to create something that's not there, a spark I thought I saw. I was just so happy to be out of my shell again, I don't think that I really cared for who or what came my way, but for now I think I'll just have to keep it shut. I mean I've tried to tell myself that if I'm not ready, then I'm not ready.
The other day I met this girl. She looked dashing, though she greatly resembled.. her. So I'm trying to talk to her but my mouth's shooting blanks. This situation was unbearable and for the first time in my life I've gotten vulnerable. Now anyone is free to waltz right in on me and take control. My temple's been invaded and there's nobody guarding it. Then I pity myself for my lonely life.. But I think, "What's so wrong with being all alone, when alone's the only way I've ever known?"
I'm not sure why I'm here or how I've even gotten here, but I needed you here to listen. I'm pleading cause this all kills and it's still bleeding. Right now I'm leaving, to take my life back and start the healing.
Abruptly, Camisado stood up from the couch
¢|Camisado|¢|:. I hate myself more than I ever let on. I'm burnt out at 22. I've lived too fast and I've loved too much and I'll die too young.
But I chose this cup that I drank from, knew what I was getting into. But I couldn't let out what I had to keep in. I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins that I've committed and I've made mistakes. But I'll find my way. There's no explanation for the things I've failed at before.
If I only had an ax I'd sever these ties I've made with the world. Maybe I can still be a stanger in a stange place. If I can start now, maybe I can be saved. If I only had a mask, I'd cover these bloodshot eyes that will be black by dawn. If I wake up and leave now, maybe I can be pure again.
Don't try and hold my hand, it's alright. Sometimes, it just hurts to be a man.
Look at me now, I'm on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town.
He sat on the end of the couch, with his head buried in his hands, unsure of what was worse, that he was in a room with a shrink, or that he doesn't remember how he got there. Ever since the run with Pain and the Real Deal at the beginning of his career, he hasn't quite enjoyed life too awfully much. After a few long moments, he raises his head up from his palms and gazes toward his doctor.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:. I suppose I'm trying to create something that's not there, a spark I thought I saw. I was just so happy to be out of my shell again, I don't think that I really cared for who or what came my way, but for now I think I'll just have to keep it shut. I mean I've tried to tell myself that if I'm not ready, then I'm not ready.
The other day I met this girl. She looked dashing, though she greatly resembled.. her. So I'm trying to talk to her but my mouth's shooting blanks. This situation was unbearable and for the first time in my life I've gotten vulnerable. Now anyone is free to waltz right in on me and take control. My temple's been invaded and there's nobody guarding it. Then I pity myself for my lonely life.. But I think, "What's so wrong with being all alone, when alone's the only way I've ever known?"
I'm not sure why I'm here or how I've even gotten here, but I needed you here to listen. I'm pleading cause this all kills and it's still bleeding. Right now I'm leaving, to take my life back and start the healing.
Abruptly, Camisado stood up from the couch
