gabber

hahah sometimes i just love getting in a shitty mood and listening to Nirvana. I think about all the shitty times i've had. I don't know why, i rhink it comes with having depression, somehow i have this romance with it. Like it's this cold comfort blanket i pull over myself sometimes. I close my eyes and shut the world out.

I highly suggest watching the documentary called Loose Change.... don't ask questions, just do it. Opens the eyes i say.

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasnt there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
Youre face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
Youre face to face
With the man who sold the world

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
Youre face to face
With the man who sold the world