Sunday, 18 January 2015

A Certain Kind Of Sadness

I've been stupid, yes. I'm a loser, we admit it.
However, even dogs howl in remembrance.
We did have good days.
Yes we did.
I don't know if I posted this before or not, but here it is.

The Rantings Of A Lonely Night

The rantings of a lonely night
Ain't gonna stop at just a fright 
It wants to be understood
But you won't let it
Let it
Let it
LET IT!

He stops and stares at all those happy people
He fights back the tears in his eyes
He reminds himself, existence is futile
But always forgets that even the hero cries
And he was a fool till it cracked himself down

Well you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
The kind you suffer from even in withdrawal
You told yourself it'd never make sense
To try and reason with your consonance
But didn't the man find the penny, under the stile?

But you remind yourself of all the pain, it caused
Try to act like it never happened and shrug off the thoughts
But all that never worked all through
Guess your emotions just need a room

But you rant alone in the empty night
Not a soul to find not a hand to ho-o-o-old
Well at least if feels right 
Would've been better if it wasn't so cold

 Would've been a lot better if it wasn't so cold
All this pain made him feel so old

"Now and then I think of better times in the past
When your performance didn't kill your future
I always thought it was something, that I'd done
But you forced that work-based nature

But I don't want to live your way,
Fit into your little style of play
I thought I could let it go
But now it's about time I said no

You didn't need to push me so hard,
Try and break every bone
Well you pulled your last card
Now the deck's back into the zone"
Now you're just a stranger no matter how rough


But I ranted alone in the empty night
Not a soul I found not a hand to ho-o-o-old
Well at least it felt alright 
Would've been better if it wasn't so cold

 Would've been a lot better if it wasn't so cold
All this pain makes me feel so old 

The rantings of a lonely night
Has been there quite some time
They'll remember it for centuries
If I feel right, If I feel good
You've no right to be my jury


My last thing in life to say, would be.
Don't regret anything you do.
Cause in the end, it makes you who you are

Well. That was some tight shit.
Starting Feb 1 Blog updates to be tight.
Oh shit. Why am I talking to myself again?
 (Because you want precious audience back, Daitya. Don't worry, we misses the precious too.)

GOLLUM!
JustAnotheRandomGuy

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