A Better Confession


Sick of my addictions
Sick of waking up in the same, familiar place
Tired of feeling alone
As I sit alone without her

But that girl I don't know who she is
I don't where she comes from
We've probably never even met
And maybe the person I am today is just no good for her

Still I yearn
Still I write
Still I have restless nights
Just because I want to fall in love

What does it take?
Does it take for me to 180?
Flip it all around and desert the plain around me?
Does it take to push the pain right out of me?

I'm a fool
Today
Tomorrow
Without sorrow

I confess that I'm still a bastard
Lost in my own haze
Eyes glazed, heart ablaze
Still waiting to share a sunrise

The sun in awe of us.

Ya know, I didn't really care for your babbling. But if I had to make one criticism about the yiddish you wrote, I'd say to lay off the drugs man and get over this fixation you have on this imaginary female. Life's too short. Go get a red bull and lace up your roller skates.

To each his own, my friend. I just write what's in my heart and what's on my mind. I'm just wandering around trying to figure relationships out lately. I guess that's my heart and apolitical side coming out.

God bless,

Jared

Maybe it wasn't written first person...if anyone writes something and then posts it I don't think you should label it babbling - perhaps something more constructive like saying the line "The sun in awe of us" is a bit trite. I quite liked the rest esp "I confess that I'm still a bastard" I often think that.