angel

spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
i need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
i'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreakage
from your silent reverie
you're in the arms of an angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
everywhere you turn
the're vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keep on twisting
keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escape on last time
its easier to believe
in this sweet madness
oh glorious sadness brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you feel
you are pulled from the wreakage
from your silent reverie
you're in the arms of an angel
may you find some comfort here

many people love this song. hear it often on various singing comptetions on tv. dont think many of them truely understand the meaning behind this song.

found out yesterday that my aunt's grandson died. shockingly sad. jumped off the 12th story. amazing how one's weaknesses can give them so much strength to do it.

rip

beginning

the end is a new beginning.

i guess the graduation night marked the end of the school year, the end of the mad rush that slowly eases into these idle days.

the grad night was ok. boring dinner, a blur of people who look the same, average food, time that passed too fast.

i tried to think of anything significant about the night, but only could remember people drinking too much and end up acting really weirdly, if not foolishly. it's almost funny. i can never understand the need to drink excessively on a special occasion because, when u wake up the next day, the day before becomes a haze, and all you have left to commemorate is an aching head.

maybe we talked a lot, the gossip, happenings, and could-have-beens. talked about the past year, retold stories, not sleeping.

maybe its disappointing that on this one night, i didn't let loose. didn't drink too much or rather, at all. didn't do anything stupid, and only got a headache for not sleeping.

sadly, all i that i can hold on to for this one night, is not fun, but funny memories.

so i think i need a change.