tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14969210039871260572011-07-28T06:42:12.446-07:00Ramblings, Lyrics, Thoughts and Social Comentary'sThis Boys Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16518808912571881982noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496921003987126057.post-35433870423201696072010-06-23T09:47:00.000-07:002010-06-23T10:06:09.135-07:00<a href="http://www.sixfeetunderrecords.com/catalog/images/carp.iso.hi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.sixfeetunderrecords.com/catalog/images/carp.iso.hi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The realisation that I still don't know what I'm doing here, <br />Put in perspective I am nothing, <br />It feels like something has been wasted, and I am fading<br />Time is growing against me as I grow tired of being<br />Just another soul spent searching for something inside, <br />I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust, <br />I hate humanity, I hate instinctively, I hate this fucking world for fucking hating me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1496921003987126057-3543387042320169607?l=the-boy-who-died-while-playing-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>This Boys Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16518808912571881982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496921003987126057.post-78700990114150727322010-04-03T09:43:00.000-07:002010-04-03T09:52:11.757-07:00The setting sun shinning in through this window<br />is beginning to fade away <br />as the days grow dark and the nights grow long <br />I'm beginning to fade away<br /><br />The setting sun shinning in through this window <br />is begining to fade away<br />and all these days so dark and the streets grow grey <br />i am starting to fade away<br /><br />Ive been counting down these days for so long <br />Ive forgotten what this countdown was leading to <br />forgotten to take the time<br />to appreciate what is going on and where I'm going to<br /><br />We spend so much time looking forward <br />That we forget to learn for our mistakes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1496921003987126057-7870099011415072732?l=the-boy-who-died-while-playing-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>This Boys Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16518808912571881982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1496921003987126057.post-36146857658825397332010-04-03T09:29:00.000-07:002010-04-03T09:31:05.505-07:00The Broken promises you made<br />You never made them up to me <br />Now I know what I have to do <br />To be a better father than you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1496921003987126057-3614685765882539733?l=the-boy-who-died-while-playing-dead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>This Boys Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16518808912571881982noreply@blogger.com0