Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in brighteyeszero's LiveJournal:

Monday, February 14th, 2005
1:25 pm	Lyrics Papa Roach- Last Resort Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort Cut my life into pieces I've reached my last resort Suffocation no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding Do you even care if I die pleading Would it be wrong, would it be right If I took my life tonight Chances are that I might Mudilation out of sight And I'm contimplating suicide 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine I never realized I was spread too thin Till it was too late and I was empty within Hungry, feeding on my chaos and living in sin Downward spiral, where do I begin It all started when I lost my mother No love for myself and no love for another Searching to find a love upon a higher level finding nothing but questions and devils 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's alright, nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying I can't go on living this way Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Suffocation no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding Would it be wrong, would it be right If I took my life tonight Chances are that I might Mudilation out of sight And I'm contimplating suicide 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Nothing's alright, nothing is fine I'm running and I'm crying I can't go on living this way Can't go on living this way Nothing's alright Current Mood: angry Current Music: Papa Roach- Last Resort (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 23rd, 2005
9:07 pm	Lyrics Tyler Hilton- When It Comes I study up my hollow Piece of wood to follow A day that doesn't come To the lucky And I realize there's tomorrow But I would rather wallow In the rain then moods that seem So pot-lucky Well I'm cruising El Paseo In my off-white coup back '65 Or I'm cruisin down my own street And my hooptie says to me You better hang on to your bench seat I'm gonna take you for a ride And I'll let you know When it comes, when it comes I'll let you know But don't stay up for me Don't wait up for me If I'm not home So I wait for fate to find me A ball of string unwind me Uncomfortable as a centerfold And I realize your behind me To help and humankind me To see my songs can be retold Well I'll be gone tomorrow Yes I'm on the road tomorrow So next time that I see you in school It won't be for too long And I'll let you know When it comes, when it comes I'll let you know But don't stay up for me Don't wait up for me If I'm not home And I want a leather jacket But only if I have the time Well, I'll comb my hair like Elvis And grab an old Gretch 59 And you'd hardly recognize me if you Saw me from behind And I'll let you know When it comes, when it comes I'll let you know And I'll let you know When it comes Just when it comes I'll let you know But don't stay up for me Don't wait up for me If I'm not home And I'll let you know I'll let you know Well I'll let you know Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: Tyler Hilton- When It Comes (Comment on this)