I don't know why people who can't spell write lyrics. Lyrics aren't all about music, they should be grammatically correct. And use some decent fucking words. If I wanted to listen to you talk I would have asked. It's about ambigious words, sentences being cut off, drama without the obvious grasp for sympathy. Ah, I am aggressively angry tonight. I'm trying to re-live my day to work out why. My alarm went off at 8AM as I wanted because the thought of venturing into Falkirk while it is busy depressed me. I set it for an hour later. Bathed. Watched people passing by outside. It looked cold, calculated and uninviting. Alas I was under the responsibility of buying birthday cards not only on my behalf, but on the behalf of my cousin too. As usual, the short journey on the bus to my destination is the most blissful moment of the day, and nothing outshines it until I go to sleep. I am amidst memories and conflicting situations. I immediately curse everything in my way as I step off the bus and continue to do so until I get the bus home. I conclude today was not the right day to be outside. Terribly anxious. I couldn't even buy a box of chocolates. Witness fleeting emotions of patheticness. I came home two hours later with nothing but cards and a pair of socks for myself.

Tonight I feel. Agitated, lonely, angry, sensual, sexual, soppy. I don't know how to react to feeling both angry and sensual. There's a regular beat being skipped. My stomach hasn't felt right for days. I do myself no favours. I do everybody no favours. Enough of the amusing self-pitying bullshit though for now.

Need someone to nurse me
Reach our for the first person I see
Comforts the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare

I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and ease me till the morning
Whispered words of sanctuary

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare

Forgetting how I hate self-pity blonde
Comfort comes and smooths her over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets