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Saturday, December 29, 2007


   It's the Radio's fault.
I like my radio.
I like 98 rock.
I like this song... It's depressing, and could end up being all too true. Which makes me angry. And then I go write, determined to make myself into the person I want to be. ...Because, I think, everyone has a person they want to be. Only the very few _are_ who they want to be.

m: Hmm. That sounded very nice, but d'you realize that you're procrastinating?

Yes... I should probably x out of theO. Then I will write novels. Not blog posts. Well. Whatever. Here's the lyrics. Not all of them. Don't know the band or I'd give them credit.


When we were young the future was so bright (whoa)
The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa)
And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)
Was gonna make it big in every beat.
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn(whoa)
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives?
[chorus] Chances blown
Nothing's free
Longing for
What used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
Shattered dreams
... What the hell is going on?
Cruelest dream reality

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