Remember how you said you couldn’t afford to let anyone in your section– in the band hurt so much? Would it aggrieve to know you completely missing, and even causing pain for that person, and more around you? You’ve spoken of morale, but the morale of the elite leaders in a 15 minute discussion is worse than that of Jesus and some angry Jews… Who are you really intending on crucifying? I’m not exaggerating, we’re going to kill ourselves, and maybe we already have.
Is there something hidden in days like these that I should be appreciating? I’m not bitter, it was just an extremely boring, uneventful day. It’s not the happiest I’ve been, but I’ve been sadder. More than anything, I’m just so tired. I’m not sure if there’s anything wrong with that or not.
I’m not the only one, though.
My hand, it bleeds.
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
And suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall
All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better
I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
it breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
besides the white
chickens.
It breaks my finger, then my heart.
I just want to play the music. Anything else is secondary, and the day you decide to blame me is the day you will realize what a sad, poor fuck you truly are.
If I told you to go back from where you came, would that make me a bad person?
And that band council meeting was the most intense thing I’ve done all day. It wasn’t a good intense either.