boat: i ran to far to care...i ran untill i bled.
it's weird how one minute you can feel satisfied with life, then the next, your questioning it. it's like the song by nickleback..."whered the good times go? all the shit we've done, all the stupid fun, whered the good times go?" i miss all the times i had.....well, most of the times i had. but, in a way, thats going against a line i wrote in one of my songs..."is it our human way to live in the past, to visit a grave and hope it to last?" is it wrong to "visit" the past, or is it the wanting it to stay there thats so wrong?
Mood: somber and alone
Music: Final Visit (the song i wrote....with no music)
it's weird how one minute you can feel satisfied with life, then the next, your questioning it. it's like the song by nickleback..."whered the good times go? all the shit we've done, all the stupid fun, whered the good times go?" i miss all the times i had.....well, most of the times i had. but, in a way, thats going against a line i wrote in one of my songs..."is it our human way to live in the past, to visit a grave and hope it to last?" is it wrong to "visit" the past, or is it the wanting it to stay there thats so wrong?
Mood: somber and alone
Music: Final Visit (the song i wrote....with no music)
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