*!*!rain's lyric*!&*  "alas, there is still hope"   8/13/98  1:11 am

i haven't felt like writing lyrics lately.
i have a lot that has happened to me, and always a million things 
to say...
but there's too much to write down, and never a good enough way 
to release what i want to say.

shit, heaps of stuff has happened.
i have a new job at a pizza restaurant place.
i don't like the food industry, when i just work as a cashier
it's okay...but I HATE WORK.
i'm moving out to Arizona in February though, so i need to save up 
money for it.
that's the main goal & purpose in my life right now.
all these damn changes and responsibilities are a bit depressing.

i went to the zoo today, with my friends..and one of my friend's brought
her 2 kids.  
it was so wonderful to see them excited at the littlest things, it made
me wish i could take their place for a day.
all the things we take for granted...if only i had known then.
and the innocence...damn, it's so precious.  if you still have your 
innocence, hold on to it as long as you can!

damn you, skip!!
you fucking try to make me feel guilty for everything!
first i'm not attracted to you, and you get mad..
i'm sorry, but what the hell am i supposed to do?
make myself like you!?! NO!
and i'm fucking sorry if you're music is too HAPPY for me, you keep 
fucking emphasizing the damn word.
you don't listen...and i can't explain myself!
i shouldn't need to, i have my opinions and that's it, and i'm sorry
if they're not what you want them to be.
i can't sacrifice my feelings, or opinions just to make you happy.
(sorry, skip, for writing this...but i hate confrontation, arguements, 
whatever, i'm a fucking wimp, and this is the way i go about releasing
my feelings i suppose)

i need to make ME happy.
i can't always fix everyone else.

i'm really just not living.

not living
not living
not living

~RoTTeN~

i am a disease without a cure
future outlook obscured
the feelings i can't word
i hold on to
and release only through font

through a mind 
so cluttered
battered and fucked

a heart 
so broken
punctured and lost

a scream
that only my eyes can see

a rose trapped within it's own thorns
the perfect tragedy

wilted
withering
gone and forgotten

loving 
my hatred
everything's rotten








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