I held onto you for as long as I could but today You fell away Now what I hold are the memories we barely made I stood on the edge of your bridge until I felt the rain Wash me away My confusion left me fast as the vertigo came
What I believed to be true it was only a dream Believed in me I just projected it over your beautiful screen I self medicated my way through this mess that we made So I could stay There was nothing, but I waited I waited
This was my mistake Broken are plans we made So I will be traveling any place Cause anywhere's better than Here we rest in peace Rubble beneath the feet
~ (c) Sick Puppies --------------------------
Well, this is my cat, Huggy. Why huggy? He was so huggable.
Sadly, his life was cut short. He died three days ago, on the 18th after what the vet summed up as a concussion from getting clipped by a car.
I'm not writing it all out again - I'm already crying - but you can read it and comment on my blog. [link]
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I wish i was a Warhol silkscreen Hanging on the wall Or Little Joe, or maybe Lou I'd love to be them all. Then all New York City's broken hearts And secrets would be mine I'd put you on a movie reel And that would be just fine.
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I wish i was a Warhol silkscreen
Hanging on the wall
Or Little Joe, or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all.
Then all New York City's broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I'd put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine.