I thought of just your face relaxed, and floated into space
Saturday, 16 October 2010
14:53

I'm just a normal boy, that sank when I fell overboard, my ship would leave the country, but I'd rather swim ashore.

Without a life that's sadly stuck again, wish I was much more masculine, maybe then I could learn to swim like 'fourteen miles away'

You're floating up and down I spin colliding into sound like whales beneath me diving down I'm sinking to the bottom of my 
Everything that freaks me out the lighthouse beam has just run out I'm cold as cold as cold can be! Be!

I want to swim away but DON'T KNOW HOW!
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean…
Let! the waves up take me down
Let! the hurricane set in motion, yeah
Let! the rain of what I feel right now...come down
Let the rain come down…

Where is the coastguard? I keep looking each direction for a spotlight give me something I need something for protection maybe flotsam junk will do just fine the jets, I'm sunk, I'm left behind
I'm treading for my life believe me (How can I keep up this breathing)

Not knowing how to think I scream aloud begin to sink  my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground I'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
I thought of just your face relaxed, and floated into space

[chorus]

Now waking to the sun I calculate what I had done, like jumping from the bow (yeah), just to prove I knew how (yeah)
It's midnight's late reminder of  the loss of her, the one I love my will to quickly end it all, so thought no end my need to fall

Into the ocean, end it all  [four times]
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye) [three times]

[chorus]

Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
(In to space)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye) [five times]
(I thought of just your face)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye) [four times]


into the ocean by Blue October

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Here is where I'm free. Free to write, free to think. I'm all by myself, all to myself. Only me.­­ ­I can shout my fucks and cry my Oh Gods. Look to my madness or say "who are you?" Today, I fell connected. Tomorrow, maybe not. Maybe I'm too worried with other things, someone is here with me. Maybe inspiration didn't hit me. My most important thoughts (to me) come to me when I'm far away from notepads and notebooks, but close to myself. That's what this is made of.
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness. — Hunter S. Thompson

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