Life on Standby

"I don't think people are meant to be by themselves, that's why, if you actually find someone you care about... it's important to let go of the little things - even if you can't let go all the way. Because nothing sucks more than feeling all alone... no matter how many people are around you"

Monday, August 01, 2005

Let it bleed

I met someone on Friday, a 19 year old girl from Billingham called (of all names) Stacie. We didn't sleep together, we talked and kissed. She is slim, dark hair and quite pretty. we've been texting each other since then and she has said she wants to see me again... BUT... earlier today I sent her a text and got a very short reply - and didn't think anything about it, sent her another and got a text back saying she was 'with her ex'... she meant with him talking but..... in the same text she said we should do something tomorrow....

AAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


'This poison’s my intoxication
I broke the needle off in my skin
Pick the scabs and pick the bleeding
And assume that it was all in vain
A positive scab that's never healing
Calloused hit me in the face
A burning bridge that's so misleading
Poison’s more potent now with the flame

Let it bleed
And take the red for what it's worth
Watch the fire
Fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying
you might wanna sing.

The fire department couldn't drown the city
They didn't even try to wash it clean
What did you think, that I was sober?
Put me out ‘cause I'm on fucking fire
a positive scab that's never healing
Regret that I kept this clean
The most that I can do for you is keep on lying
I'm tired of lying, I think I'd rather sing.

Oh, oh, oh, oh you might wanna’ sing
Ha, ha, ha you might wanna’ sing
Ha, ha, you might wanna’ sing
Ha, ha sing
You might wanna’ sing
You might wanna’ sing
You might wanna sing or scream it!

This poison’s my intoxication
I broke the needle off in my skin
Pick the scabs and pick the bleeding
Yeah, assume that it was all in vain.

Let it bleed
And take the red for what it's worth
Watch the fire
Mama fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying, you might wanna’ sing
Ha, ha, ha you might wanna’ sing
Ha, ha you might wanna’ sing
You might wanna sing or scream it'

The line in bold? says it all!