Meet me in the middle of the day
Let me hear you say everything's okay
Bring me southern kisses from your room
Meet me in the middle of the night
Let me hear you say everything's alright
Let me smell the moon in your perfume
Let me hear you say everything's okay
Bring me southern kisses from your room
Meet me in the middle of the night
Let me hear you say everything's alright
Let me smell the moon in your perfume
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Of course I wouldn't try to change /anyone's/ point of view. I'm over that. People will think what they think.
Just hear me out.
Here is what I believe. Of course, everyone else can take this as total bullshit, but I'm finally going to state my opinion.
Depression and anger start small. Generally. Someone has experienced some thing, or some one, that has caused them pain. That thing could impact the person greatly, or in a small fashion. It doesn't matter.
Then, one feels resentment towards that thing or other person. That's where the seed of hate begins. That seed, as small as may seem, spreads. That hate draws in the one affected. Eventually, it consumes them.
Now, he or she stands on the edge. The edge of a Great Cliff I call Despair. And it's at this Great Cliff that we have a choice. Either to walk the face of the Plateau of Happiness, or take the unforgiving leap of Desperation. Then we find ourselves wandering the Pit of Oblivion. And that, my friends, is /True Hell/. And that is the point where the thought of a bullet passing quickly and painlessly through our skull does not seem like such a bad idea. Call it what you want.
That is our failing.
We forget to see everything around us. Sadness is such a small thing, but it has terrible temptation.
Now, we can sit here and b***h about everything. And humans do. From the seriousness of the death penalty to the unfound idiocy of overheated coffee. I choose not to. Why?
You must think I haven't experienced any pain in my life!! :]
And maybe I haven't.
But I /do not/ sit around, and b***h!! I do not complain about how the world sucks, how people suck, or how life sucks!!!
Now, complaining is not unfounded. It is completely reasonable. But, one has to be strong enough to /get/ /over/ /it/.
Learn to live life.
I have watch friends, good friends, get driven deep into the depths of despair by their hatred and pain. I have watch people totally F*** themself up because of it. And I have listened as they have threatened to take their own life to end the 'suffering'. And it's pathetic. People are stronger than that.
And that's why people rock. They just don't realize that.
So, in conclusion, say what you will. Believe what you will. But I will no longer support those who crave for happiness, but are too /weak/ to do it on their own.
And I am through talking to those who cling to despair. Honestly, I think it's contagious.
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Of course I wouldn't try to change /anyone's/ point of view. I'm over that. People will think what they think.
Just hear me out.
Here is what I believe. Of course, everyone else can take this as total bullshit, but I'm finally going to state my opinion.
Depression and anger start small. Generally. Someone has experienced some thing, or some one, that has caused them pain. That thing could impact the person greatly, or in a small fashion. It doesn't matter.
Then, one feels resentment towards that thing or other person. That's where the seed of hate begins. That seed, as small as may seem, spreads. That hate draws in the one affected. Eventually, it consumes them.
Now, he or she stands on the edge. The edge of a Great Cliff I call Despair. And it's at this Great Cliff that we have a choice. Either to walk the face of the Plateau of Happiness, or take the unforgiving leap of Desperation. Then we find ourselves wandering the Pit of Oblivion. And that, my friends, is /True Hell/. And that is the point where the thought of a bullet passing quickly and painlessly through our skull does not seem like such a bad idea. Call it what you want.
That is our failing.
We forget to see everything around us. Sadness is such a small thing, but it has terrible temptation.
Now, we can sit here and b***h about everything. And humans do. From the seriousness of the death penalty to the unfound idiocy of overheated coffee. I choose not to. Why?
You must think I haven't experienced any pain in my life!! :]
And maybe I haven't.
But I /do not/ sit around, and b***h!! I do not complain about how the world sucks, how people suck, or how life sucks!!!
Now, complaining is not unfounded. It is completely reasonable. But, one has to be strong enough to /get/ /over/ /it/.
Learn to live life.
I have watch friends, good friends, get driven deep into the depths of despair by their hatred and pain. I have watch people totally F*** themself up because of it. And I have listened as they have threatened to take their own life to end the 'suffering'. And it's pathetic. People are stronger than that.
And that's why people rock. They just don't realize that.
So, in conclusion, say what you will. Believe what you will. But I will no longer support those who crave for happiness, but are too /weak/ to do it on their own.
And I am through talking to those who cling to despair. Honestly, I think it's contagious.
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Oh, Gods and years will rise and fall
And there's always something more
Lost in talk, I waste my time
And it's all been said before
While further down behind the masquerade
The tears are there
I don't ask for all that much
I just want someone to care
And there's always something more
Lost in talk, I waste my time
And it's all been said before
While further down behind the masquerade
The tears are there
I don't ask for all that much
I just want someone to care
