lyrics worthy of buddy tattoos?...Ja!

"i know you would be there either way
im so glad it seems like these times will never fade."

It will be there forever.
Like you.
Hopefully.

Don'tbe dainty in spirt.
Enough people will try to stomp on you.
Burn bright kiddo.
You're the brightest spark I know.

Biometric.

I’m a pill away from norm.
Set point.
Negative feedback control.
Swallow.
Set point.
Back to norm.
Always one pill away.
We’re all always one pill away.
From happiness.
From cure.
From death?
Will I take one too many.
Oneday…
Will I cross the fine line?

Can't Say It Often Enough

"Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
People can be so cold
They'll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh yeah, but don't you let them

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you got to do is call
Lord I'll be there, yes I will
You've Got A Friend."

Champagne for my REAL friends real PAIN for my sham friends

Conversations bring out the worst in me.
To be honist I'm not that great with words.
I can never express just the right emotion with them.
I can never get across the point that I want clearly enough.
I can never give them the weight they need to sink in.

There are four boys in this world.
That mean more to me than life or death.
Theres words in those songs.
That have spoken louder than any pill or shrink.
They held more meaning than anything I've heard before.
It seemed like every time I was down,
When I needed a star it was there.
Still is.
I don't like to burden peopel with problems.
Yet I trust them to people.
All too often I get burned.
But this time.
I trusted them to someone who's proved more than responsible enough to deal.
I've trusted my soul to cds.
Cds that saved my life.
Dragged me out the gutter when no one was looking.
And brought me to a point where I could begin to live again.
Begin to life.
Make friends.
Trust.
Make music.
Love.

Without it...where would I be.
I don't like to dwel on what ifs...
They upset me.
Make me realise how close I came to ending it all.
Then again they make me thing how lucky I am.
I did trust again.
I took that step and look where I am.

I have awsome friends.
One who will travel 700 miles to see me.
'I would walk 500 miles then 500 more'
I know FoB might be a lure.
But you have no I-fucking-dea how much that means.
I know I sound soppy.
But its like we're on the same wavelength.
The thing is you understand what it feels like.
To know that everything isn't right in you head.
I take a pill in the morning not to make it right.
But to mask my problems.
Not the way to deal I know but it keepts the peace.
Keept me at peace.

Not one pill keeps me sane like you do though.

I Have Something to Tell You

I don't give my friends the recognition,
The praise,
Or the attention they deserve.
I'm sorry.

All that shines is not golden.

There something very disheartening about some of my friends.
They don’t really care about anything I like.
We’ve been friends for almost 18 years now…
And they act as if I’m nothing to them.
Taken for granted and kicked about.
‘She’ll always be there to take the slack.’
One day I’ll disappear and I wont be there to pick up your mess and tidy it up.
I always seem to be the fixer,
Fixing problems and working them out,
Despite my lack of logic.
If I can iron out creases this big I’d be fucking famous.
The new Jerry Springer.
Only this time round there not someone else’s problems.
There mine.
I can dish out advice by the bucket load.
Tell people that its ok to cry,
Ok to feel down,
Ok to feel like the world gets on top of you.
Only I can never take my own advice.
I’m such a fucking hypocrite.
I’m such a fucking liar.
I take a pill in the morning to get me though the day and I hate myself for it.
It’s crazy that I have to take a pill to make myself feel alright.
To convince myself that everything is ok,
Ha! I find that fucking hilarious.
The one person who everyone goes to for advice is more fucked up then them.
How ironic is that?
I find shit like this hilarious.
I laugh at how stupid it fucking is.
That I take a pill to make everything fucking bearable.
Like its going to make a difference.
It might make me a nicer person to be around…
But that’s not me then is it.
Then again,
There are very few people who put up with me.
99.999% of this world hate me.
That 0.001% that’s left put up with me for an hour.
And out of that there’s only three people who really fucking know me.
All three are on the other side of a screen.

How pathetic.
The people who know me.
Who I’ve known my entire life.
Know less about me than those who have the privilege of reading this blog.
Sad part is…
We used to be close.
We used to care about each other.
Or did I imagine that too…
I don’t think I can be around you anymore.
Because when I think of you.
I don’t think of good things.