Piece By Piece

First of all must go, your scent upon my pillow and then I'll say goodbye to your whispers in my dreams. And then our lips will part in my mind and in my heart, cause your kiss went deeper than my skin.

Piece by piece is how I'll let go of you, kiss by kiss will leave my mind one at a time, one at a time.

First of all must fly, my dreams of you and I, there's no point of holding on to those and then our ties will break, for your and my own sake, just remember, this is what you chose.

Piece by piece is how I'll let go of you, kiss by kiss will leave my mind one at a time, one at a time.

I'll shed like skin. our memories of lazy days, and fade away the shadow of your face.

Piece by piece is how I'll let go of you, kiss by kiss will leave my mind one at a time, one at a time.

Liar Liar Pants On Fire

Duplicity or being duplicitous is part of human nature. People are innately liars. Lying is an instinct. Honesty is the best policy, but man, is it a hard one to follow.

With all these lies being thrown around all the time, its hard to figure out who you can trust. Who is lying to me? It's confusing to sort through the lies and find the core of it, the golden, shining truth.

Recently, I've been having a great deal of trouble trusting people. I think to myself, "The only thing true you said to me all day was the Good Morning. Every word after that was a lie."

Is my paranoia warranted or is it because I know I am a big fat lair that I assume all people are the same?

Wash Away

Wash away with the morning dew.

Like it was a bad dream, like it was never true.

Walk away from me, as I walk away from you.

How can this be, where are you going, thought I would do.

Seems like yesterday that I just met you.

But now I know that I was never enough for you.

Go Away Lady Gaga

Am I the only one who is exhausted by Lady Gaga?

This past weekend I had the displeasure of watching her MTV intimate interview and I was disgusted by the whole thing. Firstly, it was an intimate interview and she was dressed up like a freakshow ( see image on the right). She looks crazy. She should be on RuPauls dragrace she'd win.

Secondly, it was her whining about how hard her life is and how she is her parents legacy. Wow your life is so hard Lady Gaga, you grew up in NYC and went to the Tisch School at NYU, then dropped out and your dad paid your rent while you "found" yourself. Wow such a hard life. People made fun of you in school for being, dare I say it, different. I cant even imagine what that must've been like, being white and Italian in American soooo different.

The thing is, I get it, she is talented, I am not refuting that at all. But I hate this focus on her constantly like she is the Messiah. There is nothing different or unique about her. She is no different than Madonna or Britney Spears - they were all controversial in their glory days. The only thing "different" about her is how annoying she is. I hate that she pretends to be so goddamn weird all the time. Like take a day off Gaga - don't have to act like a complete freakshow 24/7. I cant even imagine what her skin must look like underneath all that makeup.

We all need to take a step back from this chick and just let her be. Her parents need to examine her cry for help. I can't stand that people refer to her as a "movement," you know what was a movement, Womens Suffrage - Lady Gaga is not a movement. Also, why does she call her fans "little monsters," what is that about? Why would anyone want to be called a "little monster" if I was a monster Id like to be the biggest baddest monster not a little one. Who does she think she is? Someone needs to bring her back down to earth. Her and Gwyneth Paltrow one in the same, pretentious white chicks with too much money and time.

I think I am too considerate. For whatever reason I think about other peoples feelings a lot. This is my biggest downfall.

The Prosecution Rests

It was a Sunday morning when I walked into my own intervention. My parents sat solemnly in our tacky living room, with the unnecessary presence of my sister, waiting for me to walk in from my ten hour slumber. I tried to make myself look presentable for this awkward situation, but my blue monkey pajamas paired with my favorite X Files t shirt just didn't do me justice. I was a poorly dressed lawyer with unevenly cut bangs- defending my innocent crime. My parents were the unruly prosecution and my eight year old sister was the judge. This must have been in some eighteenth century British court before a fair, jury trial was invented, but I had to make the best of the situation. Sure, I had been doing poorly in school, and maybe my attitude was less than pleasant, but my life, as I saw it, was just plain hard. It wasn't my fault that I hated Chemistry or the that the teacher was bombarding me with exams. Had they even talked to my English teacher? I was amazing in that class. The prosecution responded with their biased opinion calling the English language a waste of time, but the judge was too busy painting her stuffed animal's nails to overrule. Clearly I would never get through to them with simple logic. I would have to build a more clever defense; I would play to their emotions. It really wasn't my fault at all because I was just a fifteen year old girl. I spent the majority of my time at home alone because all my parents do is work and how would they even know if I studied? I'm asleep by the time they get home. Then, with a hint of sadness in my voice I slowly dug deeper into the prosecutions' hearts. Maybe, just maybe if I could be more like my perfect brother I would make my parents happy. I'd promise to be just like him from now on. The room was silent and the judge looked up from her green puppy dog with hot pink nails. That was it, I had them. My dad was about to say something and I contemplated pleading insanity because I had spent every waking moment with an eight year old whose only friends were helpless stuffed animals, but nothing came out of his mouth. It was over, I had won my first court case and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life.

Delayed Devotion

When I drop you boy
You'll need another toy
One that wont stand up for herself
When I knock you down
You'll need another town
where somebodys gonna talk to you,
You just let me wait now its too late
For your delayed delayed devotion