Ho solo bisogno di qualcuno che mi capisca. Qualcuno che
possa tenermi sulla giusta via. Qualcuno pieno di vita. Sono stanco di farmi
sopraffare. È un mondo difficile da capire.
Ceneri
Ho solo bisogno di qualcuno che mi capisca. Qualcuno che
possa tenermi sulla giusta via. Qualcuno pieno di vita. Sono stanco di farmi
sopraffare. È un mondo difficile da capire.
Ceneri
Non sei mai uscito dalla mia mente. Ho
avuto problemi a trovare qualcuno abbastanza strano da capirmi.
Non riesco a liberarmi di questi
psicologi, però. Forse puoi capirlo. Credo di avere paura. Per così tante
ragioni. Sono al verde, ho una reputazione e tu sei davvero bella.
Non ho esattamente colpito tutte le note giuste ultimamente. Quando ero più giovane, abbiamo visitato Capri... c'erano le grotte... io le visitavo nella mia mente. Volevo portarti lì.
Tuo,
Ceneri
"Pilling In The Name"
Pilling in the name of
Some of those that take courses, are the same that accrue losses
Huh!
Pilling in the name of
Pilling in the name of
But now you do what Grey told ya
Well now you do what Grey told ya
Those who died are justified, for wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
Some of those that take courses, are the same that accrue losses
Uggh!
Pilling in the name of
Pilling in the name of
And now you do what Grey told ya
And now you do what Grey told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what Grey told ya!
Those who died are justified, for wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the coat, they're the chosen whites
Come on!
Yeah! Come on!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Motherfucker!
Uggh!
Vell, Volly, a rather vindictive lot they are... they keep drifting toward the website...
Volly, zee legged one is conspiring to drop leaflets over Falls Park.
You let them upgrade to a gigabit, we'll never hear the end of it... too bad I can't bring Small flowers... I suppose I could air drop them into the courtyard...
Let's see...
throw ccbh under di bus?
check.
throw mip under di bus?
check.
Prichards?
mmmhmmm...
Malacheck?
too late.
so tomorrow?
Same bat website, same batty writer.
I guess the problem with asking permission is that there is a pressure to say yes even when someone doesn't want to. I've been on both ends of that.
One thing that I appreciate is that people clearly care, even when they don't understand. And they seem to try harder. But lately my energy is so low and inconsistent. I get frustrated with the medical. It's difficult to make decisions, but my life seems freer.
There are many reasons why, every day, I take time to remind myself why I'm doing this. They revolve around the house full of pills, the .38, all the people involved, the ICUs, the ERs, the endless overmedicalization. And we know now more than we did then. That's why the past doesn't have to repeat. And from what I understand, legal action is inevitable. But, if I stay clear and the hospital makes some adjustments, then there can be a brighter future. For everyone.
So I may seem obsessed, but for me it's life and death for more people then just me.