believe silentbob I Believe by Sick Of It All from Fat Wreck Chords Volume V I believe that joy defines success I'm aware of wht causes my happiness i believe the distance of my reach is far beyond wht i ever dreamed what i dreamed shaped my creed all i need is self belief its all you ever really need i believe their world is misery i'm aware they speak the language of despair i believe in seeing through the fear the fear of the future thats breeding mediocrity the opposition fuels the fire and only strengthens my desire to break away from what's expected and throw it in their face the opposition makes me dream of how much better i can be to outshine their drab existance and throw it in their face 010415 ... angie havent blathered in awhile. i am trying to understand myself. write about myself. type about myself. you are not me. i dont know where to go. there are 5 guys and they are all pretty different. this isnt even about that. why do i think about this? i just need to know who to believe. i cant wait to get out. cant wait. 020508 ... continuous ache that we're not stuck in vain. 020509 ... bespeckled I don't believe you. I'm not the actor on the dark stage that you envisioned. I'm not that actress that captivated you, I wasn't glowing when you saw me long ago. You want someone, you want something, you'll take it from anyone from me from me I'm left panting on the ground, searching for my heart somewhere among the rubble. 020823 ... mcdougall It’s the truth Not much else to do If you're not believing in something, You’re believing in something else 031222 ... skyburst i can't believe the things i write 041108 ... Fido Here in the rye where I lie I see something floating in the sky And without a moment's doubt I began to muse on its whereabouts. Relative to Indonesia, that is. Here in these fields believing is natural - Here it is only me And whatever I can fit in my satchel - Crepes, Staplers Peanut butter and jelly. The usual. Something red peeks over the edge I can't see for the golden stalks waving And whispering so loudly So urgently I swear they're craving Uprooting. But I won't oblidge. I never oblidge anyone, or anything, Nor let myself be wound round Anyone's bloadsoaked little string. No price is high enough Or whiskey dry enough To draw me from this bed. I can feel heat again - And can taste the purity And I am drawn by the call Of that blond girl giggling Just nearby. 041109 ... my sharona Okay, i believe you, you were the boy who blocked me from a heart that could have grown cold. 041128 ... cr0wl yeah. i believe that when i die i'm going to start over. 090204 what's it to you? who go blather from