So I thought I'd pop on here and have a little talk...
The trouble is, nothing exciting ever happens in the life of Ben. No heartbreak, No angst, No anything. Just me going about my day to day thing, so recently I've been taking a very philosophical view on life.
Walking down the street, just looking at all the faces, smiling, down, bored. In a hundred years they won't be there and I won't be there either. I'm not sure what happens after death, but I don't believe that there's any pearly gates or some old man telling you to have another go as a frog or a paradise with several hundred virgins. It doesn't seem plausible, but then there's nothing and quite frankly, I'm terrified. I'm terrified of losing all my family and friends to mother nature and father time. I'm terrified that there is no point to any single persons life. I'm terrified that when I die, my life won't be remembered by everybody...
I'm not emo, but I'm beginning to think life is a curse.
Just dwell on this for a moment. What if there is nothing? What is the point in your life, really? This ambiguity is murdering me, and I really hope you have some thoughts about it too...
Ben Morris, Signing out...
Sticato
You tore my heart...
You tore my heart...
You tore my heart...
Apart...
A dash of medicinal value,
For the trouble you've caused?
Your path laden with lies,
An ongoing drama never to be paused,
You lit up the skies,
On a blurry night,
Now if the darkness comes,
You're nowhere in sight...
You / tore / my / heart / apart / though / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato / ,
You / tore / my / heart / apart / though / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato / ,
What / makes / you / turn / ,
To / the / way / you / always / do / ?
You / tore / my / heart / apart / Oh! / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato.
A light is on,
And the cigarettes are lit,
While you down pints in joyous meditation,
I drown sorrows in alcoholic shit,
You're constipating me,
You're bringing me down,
But with a face like that,
You'll make anyone play the clown...
You / tore / my / heart / apart / though / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato / ,
You / tore / my / heart / apart / though / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato / ,
What / makes / you / turn / ,
To / the / way / you / always / do / ?
You / tore / my / heart / apart / Oh! / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato.
Your teething problems,
Negotiated by your lawyer of course,
Do you want everything that's mine?
What a stupid question directed at such a bitter force,
Go on, knock me down,
And while I try and get up,
Rub my face in my heart that was ripped out years before,
And let me sink to the bottom of this cup...
You / tore / my / heart / apart / though / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato / ,
You / tore / my / heart / apart / though / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato / ,
What / makes / you / turn / ,
To / the / way / you / always / do / ?
You / tore / my / heart / apart / Oh! / ,
It / was / as / sharp / as / this / sticato.
You tore my heart apart – oh...
This is last time you'll hear me sing about you, you know?
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I've been thinking about that since I was quite little.
Its totally scary to think that one day you like, won't be here, I can get what you mean. Suppose we just have to make as much of a mark on the world as we can, but then again, we're all a tiny fraction in its progress.
I kinda see life more as a gift than a curse. Yes, ulitimatley you're just heading towards it ending, but there's helluvalot you can do in the time you do have. And who knows if anything is even real, because htere could be so much more outside our world and universe that makes us seem so small.
Anyway. Life is totally a gift. There's so many little decisions that would mean I might no exist, like if my mum had left my dad after ten years, not twenty three, like she was planning to. Loads of random other things that kinda make me feel lucky to be here, and be an intellegent life. Know what I mean?
Anywho, now I'm all philosophical, so I'm going to go beta some Harry Potter fanfic to dull my mind down.
And listen to Scouting For Girls.
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