I haven't been home for a while
I'm sure everything's the same
Mom and Dad both in denial
An only child to take the blame

Sorry, Mom, but I don't miss you
Father's no name you deserve
I'm just a kid with no ambitions
Wouldn't come home for the world

Never know what I've become
The king of all that's said and done
The forgotten son.
This cities buried in defeat
I walk along these no-name streets
Wave goodbye to All.....

As I fall...

Our own mission nowhere bound
Inhibitions underground
A shallow grave I
Have dug all by myself
And now I've been gone for so long
I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief
Where I belong

A walking disaster
The son of all bastards
You regret you made me
It's too late to save me
(You regret you made me
It's too late to save me)


(And she said)
As far as where I fell
Maybe I'm better off dead
Am I at the end of nowhere
Is this as good as it gets?

Walking Disaster by Sum 41

(Some of the most awesome lyrics ever. I do miss my family tho. Things just take time tho)

Bleed Love. Love Bleeding.

The little girl sat in a chair across the room from her mother,
hugging her knees close to her chest - like a lover that would soon disappear.
She looked at her mothers face, searching for a glimpse of love that would give hope, but what she saw instead was her mothers eyes, and they were bleeding.

Expressing a look that she will never forget, her mother started screaming and crying, telling the little girl how much the little girl hated her mother. Broken by such a lie, the little girl started screaming "but Mommy, I LOVE you".
But her mommy didn't hear her, because her mommy's ears were bleeding. Broken, frustrated tears welled up in the little girls eyes as she gave up, and listened to her mommy scream "You do not love me! You do not love me!"

Suddenly, her daddy came in the room and stood there bold and angry, glaring at the little girl.
Then, her big-strong brother came in with fury in his eyes, and a hand that was itching to act. She squeezed her knees tighter, and watched as her brother approached her with a look in his eyes, that she had nightmares about in the days to come.
Before she knew it, he pulled his arm back, and smacked the little girl to the floor. Her brown hair flying out of its tie, and tumbling over her shoulders.
As she laid on the floor, she looked up through her tears and watched as the same hand came back for another strike.



when we're "love bleeding (our love is bleeding, like, its wrecked)", sometimes that hinders us from loving like we're supposed to. We have sight, but we can't see. Our own pain causes us to " love bleed", blinding us from seeing love clearly. Or in our ears, making us def. Or on our hands, controlling how we act.
But when we're "bleeding love", that's how Jesus loves. Its like, you can't keep it in you because you can't contain it.
(there IS a difference ;)

Do you Bleed Love? Or is your Love Bleeding?

ALL things, work together for GOOD, to those who love God
Romans 8:28

I'm doomed. How exciting.

What. tHe. hEcK. Blogging? hmm

So here it is....

i hate writing. typing is better.
i suck at expressing myself.. unless it involves music.
sometimes people wright a novel on these things... it bugs.

so here i am...

blogging like the rest that have been trapped into it... doomed to live a thousand years typing my feelings that i can't express.

all for school..

great. ;)

peace out children!
beks