Waiting

Artist: Trapt Lyrics
Song: Waiting Lyrics

I wanna meet up with you
And show you what I'm thinking
I'll take you anywhere
That you wanna go
I'm sitting here bored and lonely and
You know that anytime you're free
To show me how you feel
I'll take it anywhere that you want to go
Anywhere that you wanna go

And I'd make it right if you wanted it
I want it back more than you know
I'd cross the line if you wanted it
I want you back
And I'm waiting for you
To get that feeling once again
Reunited in the end
And I've been waiting for you
To capture my imagintaion
Cuz I've been fooled by the illusions in my head
In my head

Now I realize I never had it to so good
You took me anywhere I wanted to go
Now I'm sitting here dreaming of the days we led
Anytime I wanted I could show you how I feel
I can't go anywhere that I want to go
Anywhere that I want to go

And I'd make it right if you wanted it
I want it back more than you know
I'd cross the line if you wanted it
I want you back
And I'm waiting for you
To get that feeling once again
Reunited in the end
And I've been waiting for you
To capture my imagintaion
Cuz I've been fooled by the illusions in my head
In my head

I'll take it anywhere
I'll take it anywhere
I'll take it anywhere
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go

And I'd make it right if you wanted it
I want it back more than you know
I'd cross the line if you wanted it
I want you back
I'm waiting for you
To get that feeling once again
Reunited in the end
I've been waiting for you
To capture my imagintaion
Cuz I've been fooled by the illusions in my head
And I've been fooled by the illusions in my head
And I've been fooled by the illusions in my head

Egocentric

Well, I do not have much to say about the events in my life at this very moment. I am currently being hit rapidly by whatever muse that has the loaded shotgun and is firing away at my mind. So far, the book is semi-autobiographical. I know, I know, this is something that should not be done cause I would be exposing the world to my madness.

I just have to write it, and when I am writing it just comes to me. I know that most people who are authors understand this idea completely. Or, some would believe that I am completely insane.

Maybe I am insane. I don't really know. All I know is that the proverbial book that is inside all of us is fighting to get out, and will not let up until I write it.

I will keep you all posted on that, and if you are extra special I may even let you read it.

Why Women Suck!

Why is it that women seem to prefer the drunken ass rather than the actually half way decent guy. Call me crazy, but one would think that most women would prefer the guy who treats them fairly well. Instead, women want a guy who will ignore them, treat them like refuse, and use them for what they want then move on.

Of course, there are also women who have been so abused by the guy that they have dated that they only desire that treatment.

Why? Why? Why?!?!? Why would anyone want to be treated like garbage?

I understand now that about 90% of the female populous are invested in being with a complete ass of a man. Though, this concept makes sense it is also completely ludacris at the same time.

Ladies, I am going to impart one piece of advice: If you ever meet a guy who treats you like you are one of the most important aspects of his life. Keep him. He may seem a bit odd compared to the others, but atleast he will have a good heart and would never try to harm you.

For those of you who do not see this concept as acceptable, then I just wish you the best of luck because genuine happiness comes from someone who genuinely cares about you.

Also, women do not push for concepts such as kissing if you are not intending on pushing something more. All you are doing is creating a problem and lead others to believe things are happening when they aren't.

Final Rant: Do not assume that if the guy you are dating comes into you job (restaurant, retail, or anything that involve sales) that he is there to ambush you. Because there is always a logical reasoning behind the action that you may be too blind to see.

Birds on a wire

We are like two birds flying on different paths. Until one day, our paths cross on a telephone pole wire. I chirped at you with my song of seasons, and you chirped at me with your song of reason. I felt like we were birds of a feather, though you may not feel the same.

As a olive branch of good favor, I hopped over to the middle of the wire and continue to chirp my little song of hearts, love, and feelings all day long. You stay perched on your end of the wire, still singing a song of logic, tension, and future.

The two songs blast like a cacophony of chirps that no one but us know the meaning. Others come to see the spectacle that is this noise. Some with shoes and rotten fruit ,and others with flowers and joys.

Will this struggle with songs last forever? Or will you join me in the middle of the wire and let me put my wing around you?

Sacrificing what is for what could be is what this little bird will do, till winter comes and my journey ends with one of two endings.

The Lost City of Atlanta (Futurama)

Well just so the population of one in this blog know, I am going to be in Atlanta for the next couple of days. I will be back with something new to put on my blog then. Whether it be good or bad, I will always have something to say.

I am looking forward to seeing some of my cousins while I am down there.

Well, I will catch everything up on Friday.

CRAZY

"Crazy Lyrics"
Andy Bell

I've never felt this good before
I could be destroyed
I don't know what you're looking for
You better make some noise

'Cause my desire
Is running down a city street
Pulled me up to the wire
I'm driven by a heavy beat

When you put your hand in my hand
I go down then I go crazy for you
Crazy, crazy
(Put your hand in my hand I go crazy)

I feel so ashamed to tell you
I go down then I go crazy for you
Crazy, crazy
(I feel so ashamed to tell you I go crazy)

Flash is good
He never told a lie
And if you're sweet tonight
I'll have an alibi

'Cause my desire
Is running down a city street
Pulled me up to the wire
I'm driven by a heavy beat

When you put your hand in my hand
I go down then I go crazy for you
Crazy, crazy
(Put your hand in my hand I go crazy)

I feel so ashamed to tell you
I go down then I go crazy for you
Crazy, crazy
(I feel so ashamed to tell you I go crazy)

'Cause my desire
Is running down a city street
Pulled me up to the wire
I'm driven by a heavy beat

When you put your hand in my hand
I go down then I go crazy for you
Crazy, crazy
(Put your hand in my hand I go crazy)

I feel so ashamed to tell you
I go down then I go crazy for you
Crazy, crazy
(I feel so ashamed to tell you I go crazy)

Fallen

My heart quickens with a madness that many have experienced. The reaction of thoughts, chemicals, and emotions that can make or break a human soul. As I think about you, my feelings grow even stronger than before. Though, my confusion grows equally to my heart. Is it the madness setting in, or is it something more?

I see you sitting across from me, and only happiness comes over me. You stir within me things that I have not felt in a long time. A smile appears on my face whenever I think about you.

I wonder if you have feelings that reach as far as mine, or are you shying away from me. The desire to hold you in my arms overwhelms me, yet I do not know whether you wish for me to do so.

Is it fear? Or something more?

Or am I problem?

These questions hit me like a tidal wave, not showing any sign of true resolution. All I can do is think of you in a waking moment.

Though my pessimistic half thinks of only disaster, I willfully wait for our next encounter with the idea that it will not be our last. For hope is the undoing of us all, I contemplate only the present and dream of only you.