from the back of your big brown eyes
i knew you'd be gone as soon as you could
and i hoped you would
we could see that you weren't yourself
and the lines on your face did tell
it's just as well
you'd never be yourself again


how pessimistic and demoralising.

im having an overload of sound in my house. sis playing the piano, brother watching soccer and me playing music. all i need now is my mum's shouting to make things complete

if you're not gna try to contain your anger i dont see why i should. but i would, if not ill end up like you.

first game, not so good, but every game we play has its value somewhere or another. 1 down, a few more to go. cherish it saints