I'm sorry for all the misunderstandings,
I'm sorry for not spending enough time,
It's not hard to realise just how important you are to me.
If bringing down the moon would help you, I would try.
I won't expect so much from you anymore.
Whenever you need me, I'm right there, however corny that sounds.
I may look weak, but I'll be strong.
I'll pray for you day after day.
I'll do as much as I can to make things easier for you.
I won't stop smiling when you're around.
I can't promise that, but I'll try.
I won't make you so nervous anymore.
I'll rely on you as little as I can.
I'll try stop anything that makes you sad.
I keep saying I'll try..don't think it's half-hearted.
I'm not as strong as you,
But you know how I hard I'll work just for you.
Please don't cry unless it helps..
I for one know that it helps.
Writing helps, singing helps.
Crying. It definitely helps.
Don't hesitate to ask or tell me anything
I swear I'm strong for you.
I've been put through shit before but this I can do.
I know you'll always be there for me.
Let me help you for once
And not the other way around.
I'm sorry.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Let's make a stop on our way to heaven
Or hell or whatever it is that it's called.
We can have anything that is worth craving,
Or even sip our tea and watch people look appalled.
I'll write a note and send it down to my mother,
Tell her just how great the trip has been.
I'll leave a little heart at the end,
And write in quotes 'here's a great big, big hug.'
Maybe i can take a little souvenir..
A doll.. or something of that sort.
But i don't know if that'll make it through customs,
Guess I'll have to take a risk and move along.
When I get there, I'll make some appointments soon,
To meet my granfathers and whatnot..
And I'll even try to find the little puppy,
That I lost about last year, around mid-fall.
So let's make a stop on our way to heaven,
Or hell or whatever it is that it's called.
A nice hot drink would be perfect before my meeting,
With the guys who control us all.
Or hell or whatever it is that it's called.
We can have anything that is worth craving,
Or even sip our tea and watch people look appalled.
I'll write a note and send it down to my mother,
Tell her just how great the trip has been.
I'll leave a little heart at the end,
And write in quotes 'here's a great big, big hug.'
Maybe i can take a little souvenir..
A doll.. or something of that sort.
But i don't know if that'll make it through customs,
Guess I'll have to take a risk and move along.
When I get there, I'll make some appointments soon,
To meet my granfathers and whatnot..
And I'll even try to find the little puppy,
That I lost about last year, around mid-fall.
So let's make a stop on our way to heaven,
Or hell or whatever it is that it's called.
A nice hot drink would be perfect before my meeting,
With the guys who control us all.
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