Friday Nights And Saturday Mornings Are My Favorite. ^_^

Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide 
voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time 
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide 
would I spend forever here and not be satisfied? 
and I would be the one 

to hold you down 
kiss you so hard 
I’ll take your breath away 
and after, I’d wipe away the tears 
just close your eyes dear 

Through this world I’ve stumbled 
so many times betrayed 
trying to find an honest word to find 
the truth enslaved 
oh you speak to me in riddles 
and you speak to me in rhymes 
my body aches to breathe your breath 
your words keep me alive 
And I would be the one 

to hold you down 
kiss you so hard 
I’ll take your breath away 
and after, I’d wipe away the tears 
just close your eyes dear 

Into this night I wander 
it’s morning that I dread 
another day of knowing of 
the path I fear to tread 

oh into the sea of waking dreams 
I follow without pride 
nothing stands between us here 
and I won’t be denied 
and I would be the one 

to hold you down 
kiss you so hard 
I’ll take your breath away 
and after, I’d wipe away the tears 
just close your eyes…

 

Evans Blue— Possession

Within A Day.

So, Rae and Aaron had a little chat. It went pretty smoothly actually. I just kinda stood off to the side and listened to what they were saying about me. Basically, the two of them are fighting over my well being. Aaron is fixing me… Because I am seen but not noticed. And Rae is upset because she was number one and now she’s number two… But now I guess she understands what is going on… Why there are butterflies and why he is the closest to me. Something is still edgy between her and I though… I can feel it. And I don’t want to ignore it because she’s important to me. I just can’t put my finger on it. And she has difficulty talking about anything… About what she is thinking, feeling, seeing. Which pisses me off to no end cause I tell her everything. Mostly. Although I guess it may be somewhat of a “Revenge” thing because for a while I told her nothing. She had lost me and there wasn’t much for me to come back to…. Back for really. So I don’t know. If she won’t say anything to me, can’t explain anything to me then I should just either sit and wait it out or leave.

I leave a lot. Figure that they are much better off without me.

 

And I think I discovered that He has to be the first one to touch me. I’ve become dependent. I don’t like that. I know that I’m wrapped up but refuse to acknowledge it aloud. But if something makes you happy then why deny it? Why step away from everything that you find necessary and amazing? Now people understand a bit better… Can cope with the fact that He is important to me. I don’t think that anyone likes it one bit. And right now I wish that I could just say, “Fuck off! You have no fucking clue so just shut your fucking mouth!” But I can’t…. I’ll lose the people I have. People I semi-need.

I guess that’s what you get though…. People will leave you for you leaving people.

 

 

Relapse 
Prevent trigger intent 
Now drown 
High strung 
Say X amount of words  

You’re solar, bipolar 
Panic disorder 
Seems harder and harder and harder 
Still you try to control it 

You mold, you mold 
Yeah you shape to mold 
Oh you’re bold you’re bold 
But your shape is bold 

You’re a symptom superficial 
To what they call knowing you 
Minus the speed, 
Could you imagine the phobia? 

Your brain is faulty wiring 
the reason for tiring 
Keep treating the curse, 
Imagine the worst 
Systematic, sympathetic 
Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic 
Your heart is prosthetic 

A plate of quite peculiar 
On a dish of my own 
A tablespoon of feather 
tickle me to the bone 
Give me recipes for happy 
with the chemicals gone 
Drinking freedom from a bottle 
to the tune of belong 

I’m sick of shaking 
never waking 
from the hell I achieve 
I never knew you till you left me 
with the crying disease 

Another curing, reassuring 
way to buckle the knees 
So mistreated, I repeated 
Never blessing your sneeze 

Now deleted and defeated 
I will stand on my own 
Yeah your memory that punches me 
has broken the bone 

Give me recipes for sorry 
I’m admitting I’m wrong 
Still your memory that punches me 
has broken the bone

Blue October— X-Amount of Words

Hm.

So everyone disapproves of everything…

I am going to talk to him. About his six and four of which he Loves….

I feel like I’ve been made into two people…. Sensible Shyenne and just Shyenne.

Both of which have no idea what she is going to say to Him.

It’s just a mess of a mess……

 

And now song lyrics. :]

The lion’s outside of your door
The wolf’s in your bed
The lion’s claws are sharpened for war
The wolf’s teeth are red

And what a monstrous sight he makes,
Mocking man’s best friend
When both the wolf and lion crave 
The same thing in the end

The lion’s outside of your door
The wolf’s in your bed

The wolf, he howls
The lion does roar
The wolf lets him in
The lion runs in through the door
The real fun begins
As they both rush upon you and 
Rip open your flesh
The lion eats his fill and then
The wolf cleans up the mess

The lion’s outside of your door
The wolf’s in your bed

Thrice— The Lion and the Wolf