9/5/09
8/30/09
the hell!
sigh.. i hate when i feel bad for telling the truth.
but i shouldn't like what the hell.
why would u not want to hear something that's true... and then when the opportunity comes to make it true u don't wanna make it true!.
its really irritating.
and then i feel bad cause i know i made u mad.
smh, bull shit BRO.
but i shouldn't like what the hell.
why would u not want to hear something that's true... and then when the opportunity comes to make it true u don't wanna make it true!.
its really irritating.
and then i feel bad cause i know i made u mad.
smh, bull shit BRO.
Sondre Lerche- Days That Are Over
These lyrics are personally understanding and dope like soap. lol
One hundred thousand cars
have passed this house
The celebration starts with laughter
Can it be that we're not clean?
The days have turned to haze
Tell me how we should have lied
to keep away this space
To keep from snowing in
Keep from lingering
Keep our worlds apart
When it come to letting go
Let the quicksand flow
When I write it in the sand
There is something wrong
Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past
I leave the heat on to leave a trace
of all the things the air was filled with
All the words I never knew and
all the words I know
Now they all come out too
late for you to realize
Satisfy my luck
This director's cut
doesn't spare an inch
I have never seen this place
and no surrounding walls
As the party turns to dust
they all understand
Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past
One hundred thousand cars
have passed this house
The celebration starts with laughter
Can it be that we're not clean?
The days have turned to haze
Tell me how we should have lied
to keep away this space
To keep from snowing in
Keep from lingering
Keep our worlds apart
When it come to letting go
Let the quicksand flow
When I write it in the sand
There is something wrong
Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past
I leave the heat on to leave a trace
of all the things the air was filled with
All the words I never knew and
all the words I know
Now they all come out too
late for you to realize
Satisfy my luck
This director's cut
doesn't spare an inch
I have never seen this place
and no surrounding walls
As the party turns to dust
they all understand
Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past
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