I want death. Death for my birthday. Don't get me wrong cause I love life, but life has a boyfriend.

Thursday, November 12, 2009 by Dylan

Well today was my birthday. It didn't feel like it. Thank you though, everyone that said happy birthday and contributed to it. Made it better for me. I think this is the first time I've ever felt like this on my birthday. Usually no matter how I feel, the fact that it's my birthday over rides everything. Normally it's supposed to be awesome and special and fun. I didn't feel awesome or special or have fun. I ate cake by myself and looked at the clouds outside. This is also the first year I didn't really get anything, from my family, for my birthday. My dad gave me $100, but that was 2 days ago and it's my normal monthly allowance, which I use for lunch and coffee. I hate that I'm just sitting here complaining about everything. Especially when it's not really even this that's affecting me. It's okay, I'll have more birthdays.


I wrote this a few days ago. It seems like it's getting more true too. That would normally be cool, but it's not.

Call it Karma

I’ve got this ball and chain

With every mistake it gains a pound

I’ve been slipping on my actions

Can’t get an inch off the ground

Hold out your hand

But I can’t reach a thing

This weight has got me down

I’ll call it karma, they’ll call it a plea


I know it’s what I get

I deserve a little more

Let this beat me till I’m bruised

The rest can kick me on the floor

Self-loathing’s an okay phrase

Punishment is even better

But I know that I’ve made mistakes

So I’ll call it karma, I’ve been better


I can’t dry my eyes

I prefer the lines all distorted

Like every good thought I have

My bad actions are a hanger

My happiness, being aborted

If I can’t get my act together

I’ll pack my stuff together

Maybe I need help, can’t get out of bed

But I’ll live if I have to leave, with a hole in my head


I know it’s what I get

I deserve a little more

Let this beat me till I’m bruised

The rest can kick me on the floor

Self-loathing’s an okay phrase

Punishment is even better

But I know that I’ve made mistakes

So I’ll call it karma, I’ve been better


Swallow my pride

Eat myself alive

I’ve made my bed

Now it’s time to lie


So I’ll call it karma, I’ve been better

I know I’ve been better




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1 comments:

Cameron said...


First! Haha.

I like the song.

Remember that song you wrote, the "Hold yourself up, be your own crutch" one? That one was my favorite. You need to write more songs like that. Songs where it's more about believing in yourself rather than pitying yourself. Well I don't know if it's pitying, I can't really say, I don't know what you're thinking of or how you feel when you write songs. It just seems like lately your songs have been more centered around how you hate/dislike/pity yourself. Now I don't know if that's the case, but if it is then my recommendation is change.
All my opinions are just speculation though. Haha.

November 15, 2009 at 3:11 PM  



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