Look What You've Done

Look What You've Done
-Jet-

Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Give me back my point of view
'Cause I just can't think for you
I can hardly hear you say
What should I do, well you choose

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone

Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to do

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone

Open Your Eyes

If a man really WANTS you, he'll walk to the ends of the earth to get you. And if he doesn't... He's just not that into you. Sad, but real; Cruel, but true.

It's reality.

Watching these soap operas; Killing the other woman won't make him love you anymore as when she was alive.

Wake up and face the music.

Disenchanted By Insincerity

Sincerity is the virtue of one who speaks and acts truly about his or her own feelings, thoughts and desires, free from pretense or deceit.

I am sick of the insincere.

Those people, that person.

The one who says he'll call, but never does. Fucktard.

The one who says lets go out, but blows on you eventually, because OH! I just remembered, I have SOMETHING ELSE, that I FORGOT that was ALREADY PLANNED, when I planned to go out with YOU.

And it happens NOT JUST ONCE. Either you've got your balls up in a choke hold about meeting me, or your brain just happens to materialize in a dimension known as Interdimensional Plane 384: NON-EXISTENT.

The one who leaves a missed call with you ONCE, only to not contact you for God-knows how many days, then turns up at the last day saying 'I'm leaving today. Too bad couldn't catch you when I was here. You know, I DID leave ONE PATHETIC MISSED CALL during the FIFTEENTH CENTURY, but I don't think you were born yet, so it's alright I guess we'll never meet. Adios!'

Are you expecting a GUILT TRIP, mister? Think again.

Yes. Irked by Tartheads. Or maybe Annoyed by Retards. I can't make up my mind over which I should call this post, since both describe the situation so accurately.

Overall which, I've decided to labelled it in a more EMO fashion, maybe add a dash of the current state of society.

We're all disenchanted in one way or another, aren't we?

Sworn To Be Content With Loneliness

"I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up,

Leave me with some kind of proof, it's not a dream"

Reality brushes the tips of our senses, whispering truths we're obliged to believe, because there seems to be no other explanation concrete enough for us to lay our hopes; our dreams; our fears; on.

Corporeality lends us a shoulder to rest our tear-sodden heads when imagination does not fulfill its promises.




White room

White sheets

Is your absence my existence...