Saturday, January 22, 2011

this.


Words aren't enough for me.


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Honestly. What do you expect me to tell you?

That I Love you? Cos I do. but it's something way more powerful than that.


It's like the movie Transformers. Where a simple cell phone turns into a creature than can destroy this world.
But seriously.

I'm at a loss for words when it comes to loving you



Thursday, January 20, 2011

Give up?


We all approach the edge, feeling the wind. Looking down at our future. Feeling the end. wanting the jump but hating the fall. I can't tell you not to jump. I can't make up your mind. I can't do anything to change the hurt you feel. I can't put a band-aid on it and kiss it to make it better. but I can tell you that you are not alone. You don't have to deal with this by yourself. You can stand there in silence thinking you deserve this pain, but you don't. Don't let people play games with you. You play the games. Because you are the boss. You are strong. You made it this far.
They can judge and hate. But don't let that bring you down, because they are being judged and hated too. No one can be pleased anymore anyways. You eat. you're fat. You don't eat. You're a freak. You drink. you're an alcoholic. You don't drink. You're a pussy. You read you're a nerd. You don't read. You are stupid. You tell a secret. You seek attention. You don't tell a secret. You still seek attention. You let someone in. you are easy. you don't let someone in. You are too uptight. You smoke, you think you're cool. You don't smoke, you are a loser. you've had sex. you're a slut. you haven't had sex, you are a frigid little bitch. You wear makeup, you are a slag. You don't wear makeup. you are ugly. You can't please everyone. Ever. And thats how the game goes. don't give up on yourself. don't darling.
Don't hide the tears. Be honest.
Are you really happy?

i guarantee someone somewhere will ask you what you want them to ask:
Are you okay?
and they will speak the words you wish to hear:
I'm here for you.

and I am. I'm here.
so now i'm asking:
are you okay?

hot.

Es muy caliente en la cama.

That is what went on during spanish class today.
20 minutes of pure espanol. but I think everyone cheated and talked regular english for the most part. I mean come on, It's America. 1st language: English. don't be a little skank and say, "oh but there are many races in.." No. Shut up. I'm not being racist, cos I'm mexican, but I'm not gonna learn a language that i probably won't ever use.

anyways.
I'm writing new music. which will be out sometime in february. I'll let you know.

aight.
I'm out.
-L

Friday, January 7, 2011

Goodbye.


The tide washes up. and away. and away.
The Sun comes to light up day. bright day.
The tide washes it away. all away.
You were my sun in the light of day.
you are my day.

Since last I wrote, It was 2010.
Since last I wrote, I lost a friend.
Since last I wrote, I hit rock bottom.
Since last I wrote, I was brought back to life.
Since last I wrote, I made a new family.
Since last I wrote.
I was a different person.

Last year I hit rock bottom. and flew sky high.
Last year I was the nicest bitch.
Last year.
I wasn't me.

I wasn't me at all.



We gotta fall. And hit the ground. And feel that pain. And realize our mistakes. And come clean. And pick ourselves up. And brush ourselves off. And build ourselves up. And feel alive again.
And breath again.
now it's my turn to break down my wall.
I will fall. And hit the ground. And feel that pain. And realize my mistake. And come clean. And pick myself up. And brush myself off. And build myself up. And feel alive. and breath.


I am just a basket case without you.