Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Spinning: Boston - Augustana
Time:4.28pm
Mood: Weary

i'm tired of life. i hate seeing those sick faces. i need to hide myself, i need a new town.

everything in this world are hoax and illusive. i'm sick of being manipulated by people who claim to love me. imposing their perceptions on me, confining me with their expectation and those assurance of my rights and freedom. those are words which never meant a thing to them, at all.

i'm sick of trying to be what you think i should be.
i'm sick of leading the kind of life you have craved out for me in your mind.
i'm sick of your restrictions and stopping me being myself.
i'm sick of making me repeat myself over the damn thing.
i'm sick of letting you know that i ought to gain the basic respect.
i'm sick of people trying to bring me down when you don't even bother witnessing my effort.
i'm sick of your love, get them off me.
i'm sick of talking to you since seeing my face pissed you off so much.
i'm sick of being pin point in everything i do and say just because i'm not acting the way you think i should.
i'm sick of you telling me i can do this and that when eventually you're still controlling me.

i love and date who i think is suitable for me.
i study based on my interests and love.
i hang out with people whom i think are my true friends.
i open my mouth and say what's on my mind.
i own what i think i deserve.
i do what i think is right and no one can interfere.

if every single thing about me irks you guys so much, simply get me out of your mind and sight. i don't rebuke at all because shit asses like you guys never meant a thing at all. no one can control me, even my parents. so what makes you think you can do it. fat hope, in your dreams. you're either jealous of me or you failed to be me and that's why you're reading this and sulking like a whore behind your laptop, bitch.

get a life and stop being a pain in my ass.
you know you're always inferior to me in others eyes.
=)



Excerpt from Boston lyrics.

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,

She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,

Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Where no one knows my name...
Yeah Boston...
Where no one knows my name.

loved on 7:50 AM