Saturday, July 26, 2008 | 1:32 AM
Its not good to hide things, i'll tell the people whom this post is meant for. And i hope u all understand its out of love that the rest of us are so concerned. otherwise those who dont give two shitnits abt how u end up arent even qualified to be called ur friends. When will things ever cross 'the limit'? How in life do we juggle the balance? Do we just let ourselves fall into the arms of temptation only to awake fighting ourselves to justify our actions? Why push the blame around if we arent out there during the scene itself? What good does blowing up at geniuine friends do, besides all the disembattered body parts? This doesnt apply only to clubbing, but daily life, how we think, speak, act infront of each other and outsiders. When we say different things in front of different people, when we act one way and believe some other. Surely these are the falterings of Mankind alike. so all those guilty raise ur hands with me, and say 'God forgive me, sometimes, i know not what i do.' How many times can broken glass shatter
It could be one, It could be two
I guess it doesnt matter
how many steps can be retracted
The moment you slip, can you still smile
Knowing you've been trampled
How much more hurt can be inflicted
Pain and blame that spiderwebs; ignored
When, of the truth, will you be convicted
What else is left for friends to say
We've grown too close way past goodbye
afterall, the night before the next morn
would just be another day
we care for you all too much to bear seeing you all go on like that. i hope u see that.