I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue

There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me

I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe
Imagined heart, I disappear
Seems... no one will appear here and make me real

There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me

I'd tell you how it haunts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
You don't care that it haunts me

There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much you...


To make it even more obvious about how i feel, this song is about 7 minutes long because at the end it plays the music rewinding itself. You get three chances to guess how thats significant to me.


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At any rate, I went to a Salvidor Dali art exhibit yesterday and I must say that I enjoyed myself. Unfortunately, I couldn't give surrealism the full attention needed so I don't blow up because I was having some pretty paranoid thoughts flowing through my head. This is no surprize. I need to learn to just chill out sometimes about the way I think about things. Rather, the way I worry about things. An ad came on the radio saturday about the dangers of worrying and i almost wet myself laughing at it. It wasn't even a funny ad, I was just in hysterics.

Still on the job hunt and getting less and less of anywhere by the day, and you know what that means.... oh, well maybe you don't. In which case, read said lyrics, and figure it out.

So, I have no lesson to teach any of you today. I'm hungry, and this journal is going nowhere as usual. So i shall return later, to fill your mind with goo.