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Saturday, July 05, 2003

Tourniquet by Evanescene

I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more (so much more)
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost

My God, My tourniquet,
Return to me salvation,
My god, My tourniquet,
Return to me salvation

Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side?
Will you forget me?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost

My God, My tourniquet,
Return to me salvation,
My god, My tourniquet,
Return to me salvation

My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverence
Will I be denied?
Christ
Tourniquet
My suicide


Is that too depressing? I dunno, I like it although I'm in not such a bad case as others might've used it for. But the song had been in my head the whole day, and it has tons of meaning in it (if you know what I mean).

I'm quite happy as my dad updated my old com and I've finished reading Harry Potter (Harry's such a prat!). Results? You wouldn't want to know. The one result that keeps nagging in my head (and I can't seem to stop talking about it to strangers) is that I'm the only one who didn't fail in my class yet only got a mere C6. As much as I'd like to... erm... "congratulate" myself over such an extraordinary thing, I don't like it either out of many reasons. One, people would start giving me snide looks and tell everyone "Oh, she's the only one who passed" (can you guess who?), then there's that guilty feeling of why couldn't anyone else pass besides me? Then there's my mother, who didn't see the irony of my marks and then there's myself in which my vain self is screaming "You could've done so much better!!"

Whatever, I'm just glad I passed.

As much as I fear failing a subject (yes, I admit, I fear it) I still have a slight fear for other normal things. My future... I'm still so unsure of what I want to become... can I trust God in letting time tell? Or should I follow other's advices?

Hoe? My instinct? Let time tell.

So why the hell am I complaining? Just worried I guess. Now if only mom won't bother me about it.

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