| tragicwaste ( @ 2006-04-18 22:41:00 |
cause i'm missing you to death..
I still miss my grandmother so much..
It just hits me at the strangest times..
There's this song by Brand New off some demo album I downloaded.. I think I've listened to it at least 30 times since I downloaded it about 2 days ago.. It's the first song on my Myspace player right now.
"I am feeling like a veteran,
Uncompensated for the blood I've left to pool on foreign grounds.
And I, Sometimes reach to rub at aching legs,
But they've been dust for over a decade,
And you're the limb i've lost but somehow I still feel it...
Until I awake,
We just hope that you made it.
We hope that you're celebrating.,
With people you miss.
And burning like a beacon,
Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
CAUSE I'M MISSING YOU TO DEATH.
And now, It's only records of my memory.
Some little thing you gave posthumously.
The details all dragged out."
I love those lyrics..
Music helps. It really does. Because it's never really let me down. It's never ditched me. Or said that it would call me and never did. Or made me feel worthless.
Because it's far too easy for people to hurt other people.
I hate depending on people. Because then it just hurts that much more when they're gone.
I still miss my grandmother so much..
It just hits me at the strangest times..
There's this song by Brand New off some demo album I downloaded.. I think I've listened to it at least 30 times since I downloaded it about 2 days ago.. It's the first song on my Myspace player right now.
Uncompensated for the blood I've left to pool on foreign grounds.
And I, Sometimes reach to rub at aching legs,
But they've been dust for over a decade,
And you're the limb i've lost but somehow I still feel it...
Until I awake,
We just hope that you made it.
We hope that you're celebrating.,
With people you miss.
And burning like a beacon,
Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
CAUSE I'M MISSING YOU TO DEATH.
And now, It's only records of my memory.
Some little thing you gave posthumously.
The details all dragged out."
Music helps. It really does. Because it's never really let me down. It's never ditched me. Or said that it would call me and never did. Or made me feel worthless.
Because it's far too easy for people to hurt other people.
I hate depending on people. Because then it just hurts that much more when they're gone.