I’ve tried to write like you So beautiful So sad and true I’ve tried to write just like you do I never know those words you sing That softest voice The subtlety You captivate me with every key You left me wishing I had something better than I’ve ever known before And you taught me there’s always something more But home is home and we’ve been wrong To leave it for some new contagious song You have just a dozen words I’m missing what’s Not on this earth You have just a dozen words I still love you more than air You’re beautiful And no one can compare You’re so distant and so unaware You left me wishing I had something better than I’ve ever known before And you taught me there’s always something more But home is home and we’ve been wrong To leave it for some new contagious song

People like me should come with a disclaimer: "Has a tendancy to keep an avoidant personality. If you ask him to do something and he gives even the smallest of excuses, then give in because he really does not want to do something. The more you pester him, the greater the excuses will become until his excuses become lies." Somehow, I wish everyone could know this without them having to find out by either 1. Them discovering it and deciding for themselves that I'm a dillhole 2. Me having to tell them after making up excuses that "I'm not a friendly person. I'm nice, yeah, but I'd rather be by myself than hang out with people... it's nothing personal." Because then I still seem like a bit of a dillhole to them. ========================

I wonder if there are deer out there with Genophobia. (Fear of sex) Are there deer with avoidant personality? Does this deer hide in the shrubbery when the other deer want to go grazing? Do other deer worry that this particular deer will never find a mate? ===== Same thing goes for anorexia/obesity, even. You never see a fat deer. Are there deer who seem to eat much more than the others? Or is there that one deer who won't eat any berries, and have all other deer over exagerate, and try to make him eat some berries.

I'm unintentionally a serial lady killer. For some reason, I draw them in (unknowingly), then I realise it, and then I kill them. Dead. God, my backyard is running out of ground for bodies. I'll have to buy more land. ==== Really, though. I'm one of those people who would rather be alone. But I think I just booked every Monday and Wednesday from 12-1:3o. The only 'friend' I made at school has to wait for the next class during that time, and I go home then, so I offered to wait with her today. Well, I assume it's going to be an everyday thing now. I like going home and being alone. I love it, really. Though it was nice to be out today. She took me to some restaurant that I've never heard of. =========================== I am sick of killing ladies, though.

And when she walks across the crowded room The voices turn to silence They can see her devil eyes And they can hear her breath cry out Through the holes in her cheeks Across the lipstick on her teeth She's aching and she's shaking She is breaking Like the bottle by her feet They're all staring at her, now As she screams up at the clouds She's freaking out and sinking down I'm thinking Don't bullets make that sound And when she lays down in the crowded room The voices turn to silence They can see her devil eyes But they can't hear her breath cry out So she lays there in the middle Between the blues, between the whites The ruby on her necklace shines without a light There's crying in the backyard And the moon is hidden from the sky

I was walking down the alley Saw a man, his name was Sally Walked him home to the box beneath my feet I gave him a dollars worth of cans All I could fit in my two hands Said Goodbye and I was walking down the street Then Sally raised his voice Said I’m here by choice Left the girl I loved, the family I adored They say that I’m not living But the world just keeps on giving And I’m happier than when I was before ‘Cause I’ve got angels watching over me And any choice of scenery And those people who don’t even know my name They’ve used so many cheats that they’ve forgotten how to play the game I started walking west and saw a man With a suitcase in his hand He walked right passed the alley with a cringe I said I know how you live And I know you’ve got some to give He said I’m not funding that guy’s binge You put a dollar in his sack He’ll buy some whiskey, but some crack He’ll take my hand and throw it down the drain I’ve got children’s mouths to feed Better than Chef Boyarde There you go, I’m late for the next train Hey, I’ve got angels watching over me I’d help him if it were free But he won’t even remember my name He’s left it on pause so long that he’s forgotten how to play the game I don’t know if the game is on ‘Cause either way, the game is wrong But I walked back and sat down next to Sally He welcomed me into his life Offered me to be his wife I’m never going back into that alley