Post by Lily on Aug 31, 2005 19:25:05 GMT -5
I'm going through old notebooks again... This is from seventh grade... I was having a really bad week...
Doom Da Doom Doom Doom
Cold and shivering
Thoughts of withering away
Fill my head
Wake up in the morning
Icy cold blankets to cover myself
Still in my bed
Consumed in the sheets
I think about anything
Everything and nothing come to mind
Dreading seeing you
I just don't know what to do
Can't help myself
As a matter of fact
I can't help anyone else
I wish I was still dreaming
This world is alive
But seeming...
So dead...
I finally drag myself from the comforts of my room
And I banish myself to school
A place nicknamed "The Birth of Doom"
Friends; I love 'em
Friends; I'm hatin' on 'em
Life can be so beautiful
Then you turn around and your whole body's numb
Crack my back, a little
Not satisfactory
But it'll do...
Doom Da Doom Doom Doom
Cold and shivering
Thoughts of withering away
Fill my head
Wake up in the morning
Icy cold blankets to cover myself
Still in my bed
Consumed in the sheets
I think about anything
Everything and nothing come to mind
Dreading seeing you
I just don't know what to do
Can't help myself
As a matter of fact
I can't help anyone else
I wish I was still dreaming
This world is alive
But seeming...
So dead...
I finally drag myself from the comforts of my room
And I banish myself to school
A place nicknamed "The Birth of Doom"
Friends; I love 'em
Friends; I'm hatin' on 'em
Life can be so beautiful
Then you turn around and your whole body's numb
Crack my back, a little
Not satisfactory
But it'll do...
