I don't think I know how to be happy.
These kurdish women fighting ISIS are some serious hard a$ses
...And probably rock-hard ab$ too!
This guy can do this...
and I can't even walk to the mailbox without feeling like I'm going to die.
I don't think I know how to be happy.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
I can't bring myself to reach out for help. I can't bring myself to talk to anyone, to tell them how I really feel, to try to explain my problems to them, to see if anyone will believe me...will help me. I've thought about hotlines but am too scared to do it. I keep thinking about therapy, but the belief and feeling that I deserve to be miserable, that I need punish myself prevents me. I just hold everything in these days and let it all slowly eat me up.
My oldest sister, who's talked me into teach her the bass guitar, keeps giving me song title suggestions for the instrumentals I've recently composed but not given titles. To make things worse...But that would just cause an argument between us, if I said that. :bigsmile:
These song title suggestion are f**kin' improvised within seconds of me letting my sister hear these arrangemenr and... :kickingmyself:
[*]With very exceptions, all her suggestions are utter shite. mg:
For the love of Pete, POST THOSE TITLES!
For the love of Pete, POST THOSE TITLES!