Cry

Stacie and Hailie turned up on my doorstep tonight... apparently it wasn't Stacie that texted me on Monday and she has no idea who it was... They came, drank my vodka and then as usual, I bacame secondary. Hailie is asleep on the couch and Stacie is in my bed, she said she was sleeping there - no acknowledgement of me, hence the reason I am sat at my computer.

I will take them home tomorrow and then Stacie is gone, out of my life... I am sick of being took the piss out off and not knowing where the fuck I stand - I've been took the piss out of one too many times, balls to them all... i'm gonna do my best to pick up some random tomorrow, from now on, my 'love' life is just gonna consist of randoms.

Gonna have to declare myself bankrupt, I have no other choice.

Uncle Alan phoned tonight, he's gonna try and make it for Lindsays funeral...

Why can't I actually meet someone decent?

' I have seen peace. I have seen pain,
Resting on the shoulders of your name.
Do you see the truth through all their lies?
Do you see the world through troubled eyes?
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.

I have seen birth. I have seen death.
Lived to see a lover's final breath.
Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright?
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?
And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.
You're a friend.

You and I have been through many things.
I'll hold on to your heart.
I wouldn't cry for anything,
But don't go tearing your life apart.

I have seen fear. I have seen faith.
Seen the look of anger on your face.
And if you want to talk about what will be,
Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.'