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[19 Aug 2001|09:53pm] |
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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[24 Jun 2001|02:18pm] |
I'm not going to use this journal any more...I'm going back to my other journal...
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[21 Jun 2001|01:19pm] |
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I'm starting over. Most people hopefully won't find this user name only because I really don't want my friend to read this journal. This journal will be used for my rants because it seems like I can't rant on my other user name because they have to add their two cents all the time.
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