Just your average legend with a taste for bourbon and a tendency to be completely clueless, who maintains a private journal in public domain, with feeble attempts at witticism and humour documenting perspectives, sentiments and incidents.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
All the Secrets and No One to tell
A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby.... A dangerous idea
That almost makes sense
- - Bono
1 comment:
Mee
said...
My behavior’s not all spotless, and my words are often thoughtless I've gone to pieces in my head when I've been scared why does the universe point this out it makes me weak, it fuels my doubt i wish i could just tell you all but fear keeps me from making that call So in silence i shed my tears can I live with this through all my years I'm guilty of being beyond repair and I'm guilty of trying to care How I wish for a better Day, where I'm ok and you're ok
1 comment:
My behavior’s not all spotless,
and my words are often thoughtless
I've gone to pieces in my head
when I've been scared
why does the universe point this out
it makes me weak, it fuels my doubt
i wish i could just tell you all
but fear keeps me from making that call
So in silence i shed my tears
can I live with this through all my years
I'm guilty of being beyond repair
and I'm guilty of trying to care
How I wish for a better Day,
where I'm ok and you're ok
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