All good things...
What do you do? What do you do when it just hurts? What do you do when a smile doesnt work? What do you do when the tears dont come out? What do you do when there's nothing to say? Nothing to do?
What do you do when it just kills?
It's the question that drives us. Its the search; its the waiting. The answer leaves you starving, gasping for more. Because the answer isn't what you're looking for.
What do you do when there are no more questions?
...must come to an end.
What do you do? What do you do when it just hurts? What do you do when a smile doesnt work? What do you do when the tears dont come out? What do you do when there's nothing to say? Nothing to do?
What do you do when it just kills?
It's the question that drives us. Its the search; its the waiting. The answer leaves you starving, gasping for more. Because the answer isn't what you're looking for.
What do you do when there are no more questions?
...must come to an end.
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i'm leaving because 3 members of my family (2 cousins and an uncle) just were murdered by the b specials and i need to go to their wakes. plus patrick f got shot (again). but i didn't really feel the need to share with the world.
now, i'm fine. thanks for asking. i know people care about me. jess called me today and was sweet as hell. my family loves me and i know you love me too.
i sent you a nice polite email last night and i ment every word of it. if you have something to say to me, please say it to my face, and if you want to talk about people making life out to be a shamble of misery read your own fucking journal.
[Edited on Mar 08, 2004 8:28PM]
[Edited on Mar 08, 2004 8:28PM]