Maybe it was empathy.

Call it sympathy
It's not about the past anymore
Maybe empathy
The barrel's loaded at your bedroom door


Excuses flow like water from your blank expression
making this right isn't an option
She's not me, I'm not bad at first impressions


I hold the floors attention
not a word is spoken now
I'm sure you had the best of intentions
but I can't imagine how


I want to hear her side of this
but I wish she wouldn't speak.
her eyes show me your last kiss
yours show me that you're weak


To resist would not have killed you
now I think I might
I've thought about losing you
but you're not worth a fight


So now I'll simply walk away
from every option I've gone over
To kill you now is a waste of time
I'd rather watch you suffer


I've left you now, she'll leave you soon, and every woman after.
You'll never know what real love is
you are your own disaster.

I chose the pain

Even Idle faith has been lost
Beneath the lies of staged love songs
Among the pain and nervousness
Lay the depth of tormenting stress

Why can’t I trust the lives of others?
It’s your fault this verdict hovers
I count the days, same date next year.
Coincidence? I think not, dear.

They may not lie but I’ll never know.
On my sleeve, my hatred shows.
Where my heart once skipped a beat,
Down my arm temptations bleed.

To do what one will soon regret.
Give in to love. No not again.
For to you I gave my all.
For the next I refuse to fall

Let them hurt it’s passed my turn
In the end there’s nothing learned
I tried to play the helpless victim to your lies
but my time with you was suicide

Life

Life changes so fast. I've found that it's something that I can no longer control. I'm trying to stay positive but things keep bringing me down. I think I'm keeping a pretty positive outlook though.

bea

She only smiles when she's sleeping
but she can't cry when she's awake
Her pseudo smile is fleeting
Everything about her is fake.

Her walls crumble down
Her windows shatter
Her heart hits the ground
Nothing seems to matter

No one can read her face now
Her soul is hers to know
She'll never know how
To just let him go
(I'll finish this later : ) )

Tattoo...woohoo

Wednesday is Valentine's day and because it is Wednesday I have plans. Note; not because it is valentine's day but because it is Wednesday..I have plans. Wednesdays are my days off and every Wednesday for the past few weeks I've been going to starbucks with Nick (and on occasion other friends). Angel and I have dinner plans that we made before I realized it was Valentine's day but now I'm glad, who better to spend Valentine's day with than two of my best friends. S o, after dinner Angel and I will be going to get my tattoo, or that's the plan anyway. I'm excited but scared at the same time. It's not the pain that scares me- I think I can handle it. It's the fact that this is something that I'll never be able to get rid of. I'll be getting it in the center of my back : )

Did I really come up with that name?

Point- Blank. I don't remember if I thought of that or not- but it's pretty stinking awesome.