It was rather shocking when he told me that he's not like the others, then he told me he wasn't another one of my plays, and subsequently, he's not going to surrender. He's the pretender, apparently.
Wow, really? The other day he went on this whole rant about how he never wanted any more than he could fit into his head. Evidently he still remembers every single word I said and all the shit that somehow came along with it.
Aw. He said hello to me, he was waiting there for me. Everlong. Tonight he'd throw himself in two, out of the red, out of her haid, she said... but... who's 'she'? :c
If they were you would just look for the sky to save you.
Don't you just hate it when all your enemies are friends?
What's more annoying is when all your life you've been searching for something, and something never comes, never leads to nothing.
It was rather shocking when he told me that he's not like the others, then he told me he wasn't another one of my plays, and subsequently, he's not going to surrender. He's the pretender, apparently.
Wow, really? The other day he went on this whole rant about how he never wanted any more than he could fit into his head. Evidently he still remembers every single word I said and all the shit that somehow came along with it.
Ah yes, he told me that there was still one thing that comforts him. Something about being free after being caged for a long while?
Yeah, and then he started screaming at me about letting something die. It was really upsetting.
Well, lately he's been living in his head. The rest of him is dead and he's dying for truth.
Talk about karma, huh?
Right, yeah. But, I mean, he's a revolving door. He's probably seen it all before.
I think he's going to begin again. Unfortunately, until the end has been seen by him, he won't start.
Yeah. Poor guy. He's just skin and bones. He says he's all worn out, and nothing fits.
He's very generous, too. His is mine and mine is his, there's no divide. In my honor, he would die this evening.
Oh, Dave. What a charmer. He told me that my eyes reminded him of angels. He said they could change from blind to blue.
Aw. He said hello to me, he was waiting there for me. Everlong. Tonight he'd throw himself in two, out of the red, out of her haid, she said... but... who's 'she'? :c
D: Oh no! Maybe it's a metaphor. Let's go with that. After all, all the poor guy wants is to be home. Every direction just leads him away :/
He felt like that on his way home, he's not scared, he passes the boats in the king-do-ome, he's not scared.
I think he'll be alright, it's a shame he has to leave, really.
Really? That's good. Last time I checked, he was just hanging on, right where he belonged.
He's been around all the pawns. I've gagged and bound, they'll come back and knock me down, and he'll be free.
It's always a good ending for Mr. Grohl!
I guess you're right. I mean, he may be scattered. And a little shattered. But what does it matter?
after all, Dave has been searching for something all his life, but that something never came, and ended up to leaving him to nothing.