You can't manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful - that day.
And love is getting too cynical
Passion's just physical - these days
You analyse everyone you meet
But get no sign, the loving kind
Every night you admit defeat
And cry yourself blind

if you can't wake up in the morning
Cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you’re lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can't control it, try as you might
May you find that love that won't leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way

The dj said on the radio
Life should be stereo, each day
And the past that cast the unsuitable
Instead of some kind of beautiful, you just couldn't wait
All your friends think you’re satisfied
But they can’t see your soul no, no, no
Forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone.

-something beautiful-

emptiness.
loneliness.
insomnia.
frustrated.
lost.
numb.
possessive.
not myself.

things get on my nerves but why is it that i can't say it out loud in the open that it does.
i feel insignificant sometimes. well.. fuck it.

to: my miss rainbow after the rain.

we roam this earth for our own and our family.
and you know.. there's only so much i can say.
you are the one with the ability to walk away from it. strive for higher rewards.
stay there and be stangnant if you will. then at the end of the day dun look back and regret not taking that chance.
oppurtunities don't come that often.
do what you deem right. but don't lay your future on the line.
maybe i'm just frustrated. i'm so lost with my own direction. what right have i got to say you.
but i know that this feeling is frustrating. time just won't slow down for me to slowly decide.
we shouldn't have to feel like we owe those people anything.
sometimes it will do you much good if you just be selfish like everyone else is.
be nice and they will keep stepping over you.
just do what makes you happy.
what really makes us happy these days anyway, when we are not so easy to please anymore.
cause it sure isn't the simple things. the simple things are not good enough for us anymore.
life's a bitch.