Thats why i didnt wanna fall for anyone.
You put your heart out there and you get vunerable again. Time for my old cocoon.
Seriously, screw it all and forget it all if you won't let me be me.
Posted on 3/19/2012 01:22:00 AM by kennn
Still recovering, prolly.
Someday, when i get the right feeling of asking her out, thats why i know its time.
Posted on 3/12/2012 09:49:00 AM by kennn
That drink.
I was angry at him for her.
I was angry at her.
I was angry with myself.
I simply couldnt sleep.
Love still doesnt fucking make sense.
Maybe it was all of the above. Maybe it was none. Guess ill never find out.
Posted on 3/05/2012 11:43:00 PM by kennn
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Hold on a minute,
I needa go to the loo.
Posted on 3/02/2012 10:15:00 PM by kennn
Dear heart,
Please don't go falling for her.
Don't go let yourself get hurt again.
Sincerely,
your brain.
Posted on 3/02/2012 10:11:00 PM by kennn
Everyone believes what they wanna believe.
People cant really accept changes when u tell them, their whole life is a lie.
Cause then, what do they do next? What do they believe in next?
Posted on 3/01/2012 12:02:00 AM by kennn
I was screaming out your name. I guess you never heard me, but I was screaming it for years, and I think I deserve a reason for why you've been so elusive. Now I've been thinking about my life and I can't believe that I have wasted so much time trying to be what everyone loves, the prodigal son returning. Oh, what a sight, the prodigal son returning.
If Jesus Christ ever reached down and touched my life, he certainly left no sign to let me know he had. And I wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time, it's just that now my heart longs for things that probably don't exist. But now I think I see this for what it is.
Oh my soul! Oh, my soul is tired, but I've got an itch to scratch, I've got a stone to throw, and I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones. I've got a bone to pick, and I want to pick it clean! Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief.
I want something better. I want something real. And this is the part where my exit starts, because I caught a glimpse of the father's heart. Do we want something we can't have? So come on, friends, count up your sins: one for being human, two for being born like this. This isn't love. We're not in love. If you wanted love, you just should've spoken up.
This song.
These are the lyrics.
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