Sunday, April 22, 2007
Paint you black
It is confounding how people like to test me. There is a reason why I am called a devil, and pray you not give yourself opportunity to see the reason why.
Forget all your manners and civility and an oversight might spare you one day. Let this be a little warning. I do not appreciate atempts to make me submit, I never do. Only respect and courtesy exist in my world. Those words, the sheer brashness and vulgarity of it all. Disappointing.
Before I decide to absolutely ruin you, let it be known that due caution has been taken to avoid any conflict. Cherish you chance, lest you wish to face the horrors.
So, let us all be civil now, proclamations of defiance are unbased, and let me remind you of your place, your standing in this all. You are merely a coordinator, and not a dictator. You are tasked with a job, and it is certainly not our responsibility to cater to your whims. You accused us of non-compliance, well, well, is there no such thing as a phone? Amusing.
This is an unjustified outburst, but I shall overlook this, ONCE. I am quite annoyed already.
---Rolling Stones
Paint it BlackI see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens evry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!
-----Mood: Annoyance
Location: Home
Song:
Gavin
pondered @ 00:57
