"The Good Fight" dashboard confessional

Consider the odds,
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless,
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages and the fallen faces
are the singular proof that it was ever alive.

This purchased rebellion has been outdated,
denounced and rescinded and left to die championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.

Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.

Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
hollow and alone
to boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.


You must all think i'm obsessed with dashboard confessional - cos i seem to post alot of their lyrics up here. Well i'm not obsessed, i just really really like the music. So don't worri, i'm not about to start some teeny obsession over them.
I'm having issues this week. well since last week, but since yesterday they've escalated. And of course, they involve boys. I'm beginning to hate them. Because, i'm getting alot of un wanted attention. But you know, its like saying "ur own fault for wearing low cut tops that boys can see down" - but its true i guess. Anyway, decisions. But i think i've made the right one concerning one friend of mine. Just to stay friends with a person is more important. But i really gotta stop fucking with chris - not literally - just giving him naughty ideas, that of course will never happen. Because i think i'm too good for that kind of shit. I'm gonna stick to the hotties at the virgin record store at eastland :)

Ahh problems solved.
i'm hungry - i've been trying to drink water instead of reaching for the nutella and supply of sugar..but its hard this self disciplin stuff!
anyway, i should go cook dinner, cos my bro was in the kicthen b4- and his cooking skills are crap. Plus he made some papadams thingys in the microwave b4 and stunk out the kitchen worse than our burnt popcorn...ick.

cya *muah*
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p.s queen of the damned soundtrack rocks.