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:: Friday, February 20, 2004 ::
The Young and the Hopeless
Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me:: Tuesday, February 10, 2004 ::
I don't know they somehow saved me
And I know I'm making something out of this life they called nothing
I take what I want
Take what I need
They say it's wrong but it's right for me
I won't look down
Won't say I'm sorry
I know that only God can judge me
And if I make it thru today will tomorrow be the same
Am I just running in place?
and if I stumble and I fall
Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same
'Cause, I'm young and hopeless
I'm lost and I know this
I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say
I'm troublesome, I've fallen
I'm angry at my father
It's me against this world and I don't care, I don't care
Benji:
and no one in this industry understands the life I lead
When I sing about my past it's not a gimmick not an act
These critics and these trust fund kids
Try to tell me what punk is but when I see them on the streets
I got nothing to say.... say
And if I make it thru today will tomorrow be the same
Am I just running in place?
If I stumble and I fall
Should I get up and carry on or will it all just be the same
'Cause, I'm young and hopeless
I'm lost and I know this
I'm going nowhere fast that's what they say
I'm troublesome, I've fallen
I'm angry at my father
It's me against this world and I don't care.
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Fantastic stuff from Good Charlotte. Song of the moment for me.
:: Plod 08:54 [+] ::
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Settling Down
Well, things finally seem to be settling down a bit. I'm still feeling a bit depressed and hurt from my recent experiences, but I think I'm slowly getting back on track. I've been in touch with a few friends, been out a couple of times and tried to have a good time - but things still aren't as good as they were a couple of months ago.
There are so many people that I miss, like Cass and Liz, but I know I'll see them again one day. I've actually started looking forward to my weekend job - it gives me something to do, and I don't have to work too hard. Plenty of opportunities for socialising.
I'm also planning to get back on track with my fitness and get back in the gym, so I'll check that out tonight after uni. Maybe if I just start *doing* more things, life will fall neatly into place.
:: Plod 07:56 [+] ::
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