You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me. Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.

I'm so tired, my eyelids weigh a ton. "Sweet Sacrifice", courtesy of Evanessence, is my addiction. It took a little getting used to, the tune was hard to pick up, but it's infectious. Just like the headaches and tired eyes. Anyway, "Sweet Sacrifice", I guess is the anthem for insanity? It's an anthem to humanity, how we're all just a little insane, some more insane than others maybe. Whatever. I've been thinking a lot lately, I know, the horror;

Do not mistake my patience for permanence. I'd hold you close, but I would just as easily push you away. And there she goes again, on her rampage, she'll apologise later, till then, let's forget we heard a word. I guess I'd like you to take me seriously, but then again, I don't really. It's always in between with me, mostly because I can't make up my own mind. I'd like to say, that I have no hard feelings. But I'm not nice enough to say that without flinching, simply because I'm not a very good liar.