I want something more...

But i don't know what that is exactly. I just want more.

I hate people. And everything. No, not everything. I like music. And friends... sometimes. When they're not plotting against you.

I'm tired of waiting, and of wanting. sometimes i'm just tired.

i'm scared of tomorrow... of what might or might not happen....

that's like saying i'm afraid of the future... which, ok, that's partly true. but its a different kind of fear.

I'm sorry. I know i say sorry a lot, and i apologize for it, but i am sorry.

I hate being me sometimes. I regret most things i've done.

except listening to my music. I like my music.

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Don't forget about the Beaver... The Beaver has "connections". J Pop and Madchester (??) will get make you feel pure Ecstasy . Just look for the Beaver...

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Stay ~ Lisa Lobe

You say I only hear what I want to
You say I talk so all the time so.

And I thought what I felt was simple,
and I thought that I don't belong,
and now that I am leaving,
now I know that I did something wrong 'cuz I missed you.
Yeah, I missed you.

And you say I only hear what I want to:
I don't listen hard,
I don't pay attention to the distance that you're running
or to anyone, anywhere,
I don't understand if you really care,
I'm only hearing negative: no, no, no (bad)

And so I, I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up
and this woman was singin' my song:
the lover's in love and the other's run away,
the lover is cryin' 'cuz the other won't stay.

Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was
dieing since the day they were born.
Well, this is not that:
I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.

And I thought I'd live forever, but now I'm not so sure.

You try to tell me that I'm clever,
but that won't take my anyhow, or anywhere with you.

You said that I was naive,
And I thought that I was strong.
I thought, "hey, I can leave, I can leave."
Oh but now I know that I was wrong, 'cuz I missed you.

You said, "I caught you 'cuz I want you and one day I'll let you go."
You try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cuz you know you're just so scared to lose.
And you say, "Stay."

You say I only hear what I want to.


I hate thoughts...