Saturday, April 22, 2006
SAF seven core values are. Loyatly to country. Leadership. Discipline. Professionalism. Fighting Spirit. Ethics. Care for soldiers. look everybody. im now officially a robot puppet of the goverments defence force!
Keep the noise low, She doesnt want to blow it.
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does the show me around
Quickens your heartbeat, It beats me straight into the ground
You dont recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed - completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tightagainst sheets barely whisper,
This is so messed up.
Upon arrival the guests had all stared,
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, hed headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch.
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low,
He doesnt wanna blow it.
Hes wet from head to toe, and his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns, and he thinks of throwing up
But the body on the bed beckons forward, and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus,
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathe,
but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights,
This doesnt seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesnt feel so prepared.
Shes breathing quiet and smooth,
He is gasping for air.
This is the first and last time, he says
She fakes a smile, and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
Hes holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
Shes moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for...
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.)
So much more than he could ever give,
A life full of lies and meaningful relationships.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides,
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his gut to subside.
- brand new
your the cool breeze after it rains. your the blood that runs in my veins.
Friday, April 07, 2006
goodbye you freedomlings.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
i was never a tantrum kid. you never lied. but now im shouting. guess the next line.
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i am james, you are stranger.. lets make love.
13/f/sg
millionsopeaches@hotmail
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full,
