You’re cynical & beautiful,
You always make a scene.
You’re monochrome, delirious
You’re nothing that you seem.
I’m drowning in your vanity,
Your laugh is a disease.
You’re dirty and you’re sweet,
You know you’re everything to me
Today is a beautiful day. I feel completely happy, infinite and at peace. I feel alive. I feel real. This is the living that I wish I could capture and keep with me at all times. I was trying to express earlier to Jeska that I talk a lot of shit. I talk about the things I like to and most of them include getting fucked up and la-ti-da, all that bullshit. But, to be completely honest, I love nothing more than curling up in a blanket, listening to soothing music, burning a candle or incense, smoking a cigarette, reading a book and feeling the cool wind blow against my face. I love simple happiness. It’s all I desire. If I could find such simple happiness in every day life, I could be content with this life. I could venture into worlds unknown with confidence knowing everything would be okay. I do have that simple happiness in everything, but the world drags me down. Everything drags me down.
And then the escape becomes the habit.
She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, shell tell you shes an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet
Says she talks to angels,
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
She dont know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her that aint nothing
But to me, yeah me,
Its everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, theres a smile when the pain comes,
The pains gonna make everything alright, alright yeah
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Dont you know that they call her out by her name
Xanga 
I love this<3
I have to agree. I do love those little simple things. But what if you forget how to enjoy them?
Maybe that question doesn’t make sense.
I love you. Lets stop this stuff that is wreaking havoc on our lives. I want to change, change is good. Can we change?
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would you mind commenting back on my page to tell me what song that is?
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