Posted by dave45 on June 23, 2006, at 11:21:37
In reply to Re: Dude, don't leave., posted by llrrrpp on June 23, 2006, at 7:26:52
You know, this post reminds me alot of lyrics from one of my favorite bands, Less than Jake, who write alot about themes of struggling with depression.
You know, it may be me
but the parking lot with all those creeps
keeps me convincing myself I'm completely sane
my lifestyle over rated and my ideals outdated
I know that I
wouldn't have it any other wayCan't explain when this place races through my mind
can't explain but i know I, Know I
Can't explain when this place races through my mindStrung out on the future, burnt out on the past sometimes I'd rather burn this place right to the ground
and while I'm posting lyrics, here's another one that I think captures my experience with depression incredibly well
So you say
all your white flags are up and that you've had enough
and you're tried of collecting dust
and you say everything always look the same
and you made
your brand new face
to match your brand new place
you say all your distress calls have gone out
and your ship is going downwell i say to myself all the time
stop living half a life and stop feeling like I'm half aliveI can't get enough
I'm not satisfied
I've wasted my time with this daily grind
In single file lines, is this real life?
I keep telling myself sometimes
what matters is on the insideDo you remmeber when we had all the answers?
And can you really remember?
When we wished for anything better
does it feel like it's been forever
does it feel like a broken record
head full of yesterdays
you keep wishing your life away
you can't keep looking over
your own shoulder
things'll never look up unless you start to move forwardI can't get enough
I'm not satisfied
I've wasted my time with this daily grind
I can't get enough
I'm just getting by
can't stand this design for our bitter lives
I keep feeling lost
and i'm not satisfied
with traffic and turnpikes and these tired eyes
i can't get enough
I'm not satisfied
I keep telling myself sometimes
what matters is on the insideI remember on fathers day I was driving past this corporate office, looking at everybody with their suits and ties and thinking
wow, with all my problems and everything
at least i'll never turn into that
its kind of a source of prideps. no offense to anyone who works in a corporate office i share this just as my personal experience, not as a judgement
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