Sometimes you get thrown out of the mix and you feel responsible for
having to play that game where everyone wants you to catch up and be a
part of some 'inner circle' of gossip and the latest fads. Why do you
bother?
Sometimes getting even, means getting thrown back through the roughest
parts of your life, and experiencing them all over again, just because
you're THAT pissed off at someone. Is it worth it?
Sometimes love can be a burden. It can drag you down, even if you go
kicking and screaming. It's worth it. Have you experienced it yet?
Sometimes getting a phone call at three in the morning can be the most
inspirational moment of your life. Even though you were dead asleep,
and you dreaded answering the phone. Someone close to you needed to
talk, and it made you realize that you were important enough to them
that they assumed you would listen. Were they right?
Sometimes the scars hurt more than the wounds ever could.- Feel it.
Sometimes free-falling is the only correct choice.- Dive.
Sometimes the most irrational explanation can be appreciated because
it took thought and tact.- Savor it.
Sometimes the chance to look back and reminisce about your life and
all of its consistent inconsistencies can be more valuable than never
waking up tomorrow. Open your eyes.
Sometimes we pollute ourselves, and poison the ones we love with hate,
malice, and greed...Only to find that we're condoning the inevitable.
A life of loneliness. A life of what 'could have' or 'should have'
been. Misery enjoys company, but once in a while it finds a window to
crawl out of late at night while you're sleeping, and it feeds you the
illusion of it NEVER existing. I promise.
Sometimes, you never realize that you only have one chance to prove
yourself in life. Whether you believe it or not. The reality is -
you're fucked. Can you accept that? All hypocrites have the most
fanciful dreams and hopes for themselves. The key word...SELF.
Selfish. - sorry, you aren't going to win the lottery. No-one is going
to give you $2 million dollars in cash because you lost someone you
loved and you have that pathetic look on your face. Manifest destiny.
Sometimes money makes the world go round, until it catches on fire,
and we have nothing to sell but ourselves. - Too late. It's already
happened. You'd better run while the time clock is turning. Look busy.
Look important. Yeah, that's it. You're number 1.
Sometimes we say things we don't mean, and mean things we couldnever
put into words. Maybe you shouldn't talk at all?
Sometimes hoping to get your point across is all you have to live for.
Just like being the "yes" man of every group. Just like shining your
shoes, because you think that someone might notice your chapped lips.
Just like running a marathon with a cigarette in one hand, and a
martini in the other. Like singing a song in a language you don't understand.
Sometimes being a product of your environment, means finding a new one
to grow and evolve into... Even if you desire not to.
Sometimes....
There's all of this love being poured out, but it's justspilling onto
the floor. It's like bright red paint, and you're all watching me make
a mess of the new white carpet. The drinks shake. The guests run out,
and the host drops his mouth open as my poor little heart is emptied
in an "oh no" expression.
Sometimes, I feel like the spectacle of a nightmare.
Sometimes, I just want to wake up.
Sometimes...
I just don't know anymore.
-z-
having to play that game where everyone wants you to catch up and be a
part of some 'inner circle' of gossip and the latest fads. Why do you
bother?
Sometimes getting even, means getting thrown back through the roughest
parts of your life, and experiencing them all over again, just because
you're THAT pissed off at someone. Is it worth it?
Sometimes love can be a burden. It can drag you down, even if you go
kicking and screaming. It's worth it. Have you experienced it yet?
Sometimes getting a phone call at three in the morning can be the most
inspirational moment of your life. Even though you were dead asleep,
and you dreaded answering the phone. Someone close to you needed to
talk, and it made you realize that you were important enough to them
that they assumed you would listen. Were they right?
Sometimes the scars hurt more than the wounds ever could.- Feel it.
Sometimes free-falling is the only correct choice.- Dive.
Sometimes the most irrational explanation can be appreciated because
it took thought and tact.- Savor it.
Sometimes the chance to look back and reminisce about your life and
all of its consistent inconsistencies can be more valuable than never
waking up tomorrow. Open your eyes.
Sometimes we pollute ourselves, and poison the ones we love with hate,
malice, and greed...Only to find that we're condoning the inevitable.
A life of loneliness. A life of what 'could have' or 'should have'
been. Misery enjoys company, but once in a while it finds a window to
crawl out of late at night while you're sleeping, and it feeds you the
illusion of it NEVER existing. I promise.
Sometimes, you never realize that you only have one chance to prove
yourself in life. Whether you believe it or not. The reality is -
you're fucked. Can you accept that? All hypocrites have the most
fanciful dreams and hopes for themselves. The key word...SELF.
Selfish. - sorry, you aren't going to win the lottery. No-one is going
to give you $2 million dollars in cash because you lost someone you
loved and you have that pathetic look on your face. Manifest destiny.
Sometimes money makes the world go round, until it catches on fire,
and we have nothing to sell but ourselves. - Too late. It's already
happened. You'd better run while the time clock is turning. Look busy.
Look important. Yeah, that's it. You're number 1.
Sometimes we say things we don't mean, and mean things we could
put into words. Maybe you shouldn't talk at all?
Sometimes hoping to get your point across is all you have to live for.
Just like being the "yes" man of every group. Just like shining your
shoes, because you think that someone might notice your chapped lips.
Just like running a marathon with a cigarette in one hand, and a
martini in the other. Like singing a song in a language you don't understand.
Sometimes being a product of your environment, means finding a new one
to grow and evolve into... Even if you desire not to.
Sometimes....
There's all of this love being poured out, but it's just
the floor. It's like bright red paint, and you're all watching me make
a mess of the new white carpet. The drinks shake. The guests run out,
and the host drops his mouth open as my poor little heart is emptied
in an "oh no" expression.
Sometimes, I feel like the spectacle of a nightmare.
Sometimes, I just want to wake up.
Sometimes...
I just don't know anymore.
-z-
