the way stories go, everybody cries a little...

... loves a little. live a little. and then die. and then you die all over again.

letting muses free is one of the most painful things to do.

hi. have you rotted much, lately?

this is cheesy, i know. but they're your favourite songs. slightly suicidal i noticed, but yeah.... YOUR favourite songs... not mine. yet they seem to mean something right now:

The Drug Don't Work
All this talk of getting old, it's getting me down my love. Like a cat in a bag, waiting to
drown, this time I'm comin' down. And I hope you're thinking of me as you lay down on your side. Now the drugs don't work they just make you worse but I know I'll see your face again. Now the drugs don't work. They just make you worse, but I know I'll see your face again. But I know I'm on a losing streak 'cause I passed down my old street. And if you wanna show, then just let me know and I'll sing in your ear again. Cause if heaven calls, I'm coming, too. Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead.

Bittersweet Symphony
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life. Try to make ends meet. You're a slave to money then you die. I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down. You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins [things??] meet. No change, I can change But I'm here in my mold, but I'm a million different people from one day to the next . Well I never pray But tonight I'm on my knees I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me. I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now. But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.

Starcrossed
Behold this night, still and clear. You look here just like an angel sleeping. I wish I could ease your fears. I would catch the diamond tears you're weeping. In your eyes I would hide. By your side I could defy the forces tearing us apart. But reality, as it seems, looking back, is that our dream was fated from the start . We're star-crossed and can't escape. We're condemned and can only wait. At this time now it's far too late to save us from our fate.

wires
You got wires, goin in. You got wires, comin out of your skin. You got tears making tracks. I got tears that are scared of the facts. Running down corridors through automatic doors. Got to get to you. Got to see this through. I see hope is here in a plastic box. I've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes. You got wires, goin in. You got wires, comin out of your skin. There's dry blood on your wrist. Your dry blood on my fingertip. Running down corridors through automatic doors. Got to get to you. Got to see this through. First night of your life, curled up on your own looking at you now you would never know. I see it in your eyes I see it in your eyes. You'll be alright.