with endless drive
to make the grade
then one day
she woke up to find
the perfect girl
had lost her mind

once barely taking a break
now she sleeps the days away
she helplessly stands by
it's meaningless to try
all she wants to do is cry
no one ever knew she was so sad

cause even though she gets so high
and thinks that she can fly
she will fall out of the sky

I've got a paper to write and somehow I always manage to do something else instead. Well, most of the time I do nothing, but this time I at least did something else than sit here. Mostly cause I actually got as far as to my room, but never actually sat down and wrote something on that god damn thing.
And the devil is coming...

Anyhow, today has yet to prove itself worthy of being called day. I don't feel good, not in the mind and not in the body. I still have to make the final decision, I still have to talk to them, and I still have too much to do. All that has made me cranky lately, and together with the frustration there has been minor outbursts of both major irritation, anger, insanity, and sadly enough I just took it a bit too far. Again. I'm sorry. I really am. Give me a "torture-me-elmo" and I'll be fine. As long as Elmo screams...

Life is a bitch really. I knew that. The fact keeps hitting me in the face though, and it's starting to get annoying. Or am I just... tired of it all?

I better go do something now. What I'm supposed to do, hopefully. I'm in a prefect mood to write about evil and the devil.

still it's hard to just get by
it seems so meaningless to try
when all I want to do is cry
who would ever know I felt so sad

even though I get so high
I know that I will never fly
and when I fall out of the sky
who'll be standing by

will you be standing by?