P.S.

My lyrics, copyrighted. Bitches.

You want a lie?

I'll give you a lie. Love's still alive.

"Love is just a four letter word we can hide behind
Cuz it's so easy to use, but so hard to define.
All clever words and misconceptions aside
All I'm trying to say is 'I love you.'"

This, Ladies and Gentlemen, Is What We Call Falling Out of Being

So yea, recovering from last week's absolute retardation of a blog, I'm here to talk again.

Ever wonder why everyone thinks differently? We see basically the same things happen in our every day lives but we approach them and react to them all different.

I've been writing songs lately just to drain my head of everything it seems to like to think about, and I just can't seem to escape the pure chaos that is my thought process. I have a semi-easy life, I know that, and I know I shouldn't feel as pressured as I do, but it's hard to break away from the ion changes that mandate my every move.

I have an amazing band/group of friends, I love someone unconditionally for the first time in my life, my family is crazy as ever but I still love them, and I'm into college, I really have nothing to worry about, but the last 4 days have been hell on earth for me.

Why do I see everything so grey and bleak? Why am I so pessimistic?

I wish I had an answer, and that would make reading this blog less of a LiveJournal entry, but I can't help you there, and I doubt you can help me. My brain has this weird way of covering all grounds so even help seems pathetic because it's oh-so-clever.

I'm gonna leave this blog with a song that I wrote last night...

Untitled
"I thought I could hide it
But it's eating me alive
These misplaced trusts I've put in you
Are killing me inside.
Cuz I've instilled false prophets
Who claim the truth is theirs to tell
And you're buying ever word
I've given them to sell.

I can't handle
Watching this crumble
My soul is trapped inside this cage.
I've poured the blood from my heart
Into this porous container
To leak the secrets I've held too long.

Now it's out in the open
Jump to your conclusions
I've lied to you all, but it's all an allusion
To me.
And my trust condition
What else can I say?
I need to let go of this foundation.

I can't handle
Watching this crumble
My soul is trapped inside this cage.
I've poured the blood from my heart
Into this porous container
To leak the secrets I've held too long.

Call me out...
Wear me down...
Cuz I'm not worth all the hype surrounding me...
The words I say...
Like they speak of change...
When all I really want is something to stay the same..."

And yes, I'm sorry, it's copyrighted Rene Legault and Fall Hero Fall, I recorded it acoustic last night. You can't steal it.

Here comes the meaningful part.

"We'll be waves
Crashing down onto the shores of our futures
We'll take the flames
Out of the fire and put them in the palms of our hands."
- Myself for my band.

Ever want to just take your life by the balls and be able to control everything? I mean, yea, we decide what happens, etc., but overall, control your surroundings and everything else. It'd be nuts.
Seriously though, life is a game of luck. Get seen doing something that is "cool," you're set. But it all depends on if someone sees you who can make a difference, and I'm waiting for the someone.

Fuckin' bring it on, I'm gonna be a rockstar.

PUNTO!

Zelda, Music, Friends, and some liquor. Good Friday if you ask me.

01. "We're like Jesus dude!" - Punto!

Yea, man, thats a parable story for you. Good Friday, like the religious day, get it?

Yea it's deep.

Ok enough with the numbers, but yea, good night. Just journaling, the blog is next.

Say what you're thinking right now.

You ever get that feeling that just says, "This is good, but oh **** is it gonna be hard." Welcome to my band for the past week. We've had to kick out a member and we have our first show coming up in 2 days, when, frankly, I don't think we're ready. I know for a fact myself and my lead guitarist can go out and play fine, but our drummer gets nervous and plays faster than he's supposed to, and our rhythm guitarist has stagefright. Come on. Our keyboardist/backing vocalist hasn't memorized the lyrics or vocal melodies and he doesn't even have lines in half our songs because he's relatively new.

I think we got a chance to take this battle of the bands.

Sarcasm.

Total change of topic. I hate when people can not detect sarcasm. Online I can understand because it's impossible to tell when someone's telling the truth or lying because it's all so monotone. Typing, bleh. But when you say something absolutely sarcastic and someone questions you, don't you want to just hit them? It's not that hard to tell that someone was joking.

Bleh, I'm done. I'll get better.

P.S. - I censored shit because I don't know if I can get in trouble for what I write in here.

P.P.S. - Yea, I said shit. Get over it Prout.