concept silentbob i don't deserve your heart i don't deserve to know what you really think and feel i'm just a slave, a slave to what i'm used to bound and gagged with chains of regret i don't like to think of the tiems taht are bitter heartache and stomachache don't allow me to forget there's a hole somewhere they crouch all your petpeeves in i wonder if they ever have to empty it out i try to ignore the stain on my clear face the cloud in my sunshine the gap in your teeth ther's a bad moment here's a conversation we always avoid where's a topic we can share with a smile? sarcastic comments and singing to emo? i'm not as cheeful as i like to show but i dont want to bring you down because you wouldn't sympathize and i lash out at people you do there's a burn on this bread no one helped me bake it i won't let them eat it so they try to break it i hate the feeling i give myself at the thought of you thinking of him while listening to our song a song i wanted to be ours i hate the way i want you i build my life around you and in conclusion to this i hate all this mixing pain and pleasure so casually frequently i consider that a sin. i don't want to associate this emotion with love the love i know is nothing like this loev is not bitter love does not get jealous or boring love doesn't make you want to change the subject love doesn't make you feel like a criminal for being in it whast the use? im used to this. its not how i wanted it to be but this was is the most healthy. 010303 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Minotaurs have no concept of doors, Paradise is a pair of dice, A pair of ducks is a contradiction. 141229 ... e_o_i I found this cartoon I did when I was a teenager: a little kid, smile on her face, shoves a blob of Play-Doh towards her teacher with the words, "Look! I made a concept!" 150105 what's it to you? who go blather from