Somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.
Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causin rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust.
I guess we'll just have to adjust.
With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am go-goin’
You better look out below!
this song played over and over and over and over in my mind as i lay on that hospital bed
trying to take my mind off the blood tests, taking of blood pressure
the drip in my other arm with the machine i had to push along with me every time to the bathroom
the fact that i couldnt get warm, then couldnt get cool
hospital food actually isnt that bad though
my liver intoxicated
my stomach muscles hurting everytime i cough or something because of dry reaching soo much
peeing like a horse for it to go all out of my system
i was glad to finally wake up not nauseous
but then daunted by the psychiatrist that woke me up..boo
i just wanted to be home, listenning to this song
"you better look out below!"
Friday, December 4, 2009
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