Say you love me and the pain could disappear.
Tell me, tell me the words I want to hear.
I don’t think I can stay here.
In a loveless place.
I bet about all of you people are going to despise me for this…I hate this sticker/picture/whatever else it is being turned into. I take offense to it. Serious offense. The basis of this sticker is that all religions are basically the same and do the same thing and we are all the same blah blah blah blah blah …ect..ect. But, see here: they really AREN’T all the same. And yes, I take offense to my religion being compared to and saying it is the same as the other religions. It is not. And I think, rather am sure, that if you ask anyone from these other religions, they would take offense to being compared to most of the others there. I think the only two that can be compared the most, are Judaism and Christianity. Besides that, yeah, we got nothing hardly in common. And I take offense.
Some of the amazing moments in life…
this . is . so . true !!
Forgive sounds good.
My hands are black with your lessons
That you forced own my throat
About how to be and act.
I can’t be rid of what has been done to me.
No matter how much I try, I am dirty.
YOU made me dirty though, not I.
I just can’t tell you i forgive you yet.
Lying is not my habit. Its yours.
So tell me again you love me.
Leave me alone for once.
You’ve done enough.
let me lie in peace.
Forgive sounds good.
Too easily said.
Give me time.
Maybe one day;
We can be ok.
Last night was the last time I felt your breath against mine
Our heads conversing with the moon
So encased in in the specks of lights
Surely you wouldn’t leave me, but you did
Good mornings said with love and sincereity
After a night of pleasure sprinkled with delicious pain
Jesus Jesus - Noah Gunderson
Jesus, Jesus, could you tell me what the problem is
With the world and all the people in it?
Because I’ve been hearing stories about
the end of the world
But I’m in love with a girl and I don’t wanna leave her
And the television screams such hideous things
They’re talking about the war on the radio
They say the whole thing’s gonna blow
And we will all be left alone
No we’ll be dead and we won’t know what hit us
Jesus, Jesus, if you’re up there won’t you hear me
‘Cause I’ve been wondering if you’re listening
for quite a while
And Jesus, Jesus, it’s such a pretty place we live in
And I know we
fucked it up, please be kind
Don’t let us go out like the dinosaurs
Or blown to bits in a third world war
There are a hundred different things I’d still like to do
I’d like to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower
Look up from the ground at a meteor shower
And maybe even raise a family
Jesus, Jesus, there are those that say they love you
But they have treated me so
God damn mean
And I know you said ‘forgive them for they
know not what they do’
But sometimes I think they do
And I think about you
If all the heathens burn in hell,
do all their children burn as well?
What about the Muslims and the gays
and the unwed mothers?
What about me and all my friends?
Are we all sinners if we sin?
Does it even matter in the end if we’re unhappy?
Jesus, Jesus, I’m still looking for answers
Though I know that I won’t find them here tonight
But Jesus, Jesus, could you call me if you have the time?
And maybe we could meet for coffee and work it out
And maybe then I’ll understand what it’s all about