BUDDHATOMIC

About this time last year, I wrote a song. Here it is.

Lots of changes going on as of late. There are a number of people who really don't like me right now, which is an unfortunate (but expected) consequence of my decisions. Part of me cheers - Hey, I'm actually trying to do what I want for me, instead of trying to keep those around me happy with me - yay! The other part of me is not so jolly. There's been some hard calls. And I'm the enemy in this situation, not the victim.

Yeah, I'll miss being with someone who loves me.

Oh well. I don't have the right.

Allysia

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Emily Haines - Our Hell

First went wrong is hard to find
We're paralyzed, we apologize
Our hell is a good life
Last went wrong, where's my prize under the lights
Can we call it in?
We'll be on the road
Can we stop?
When we stop my back will turn your face toward the fence

What I thought it was it isn't now

All this weight, is honest worse
We're moderate, we modernize
till our hell is a good life
All we know what to forget...how to do right
Coloring in the black hole
Can't we stop? when we stop
My hands will shake, my eyes will burn
My throat will ache, watching you turn
From me toward your friends

What I thought it was it isn't now
What I thought it was it isn't
Punishment to stall what is done
What I thought was in is missing out
What I thought it was it isn't now

There's a pattern in the system
There's a bullet in the gun
That's why I tried to save you
But it can't be done