I'm Sighing, Again.

I know this is fucking pointless. But I'm really not feeling well, in the head.

I'm fucked. That is all.

This is the only version of this song, that I could find. But I find it very sweet. Shit, I wish someone would think of me, that way. But the guy should be happy that he has all those pictures. I don't have shit. Only memories.



And put this up as my MySpace song.

A Pain That I'm Used To

I'm not sure
What I'm looking for anymore
I just know
That I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be
Instead of me
But the key
Is a question of control

Can you say
What you're trying to play anyway
I just pay
While you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find
Have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive
That is fuelled

All this running around
Well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe
All the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve
Something that rings true

There's a hole in your soul
Like an animal
With no conscience
Repentance unknown
Close your eyes
Pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds
That are sown

Can't conceal what I feel
What I know is real
No mistaking the faking
I care
With a prayer in the air
I will leave it there
On a note full of hope
Not despair

All this running around
Well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe
All the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve
Something that rings true

Nix says: Yes, I'm unhappy. And you do this to me. I realize that, no. Thanks. I try to say good-bye, but I try to pull you back. Figure out what you fucking want and let me be miserable. Because that's what you want, which is not me. Does that make sense? Who cares?