i know what it is to be hit by those lapping waves, mis-
11:21 p.m. on March 23, 2002
life just doesn't even seem real anymore.....
i need to know who cares, i need to know who is real, so much has happened in the past two weeks that has proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that no one can be trusted.....
i need to see what is hidden deep down in their hearts,
in their souls.
i need to see into their eyes, and know for sure where i stand....
to only be connected, on this
level........
i just need to feel again. pardon me
A decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twenty three,
on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see
that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me,
pardon me....
I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago,
I was having a look in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy
fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause' lately I've been thinking
of combustication as a
welcomed vacation
from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity,
hypocrisy,
and the perils of being in 3-D...
but thinking so much differently.
pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me,
pardon me....
I'll never be the same.
