They won’t pay a cent to hear you laughing

They might pay a little to hear you cry
If you do it long enough, they might even pay attention
But they still won’t pay respect until you die...
Jon Foreman.
perfect as usual.

random:
people here want to talk to me and see how i'm doing now.
after the events wednesday.
so it takes a broken relationship for my friends to want to talk to me outside of class/choir/dinner/musical practice?

i suppose that it would help if i would reach out and talk to people outside of those times... hmm...
ah, to be an introvert. *note sarcasm
haha, well,
ah to be an introvert now that apring is here...
that, my friends, is a wonderful thing.
i think it's a fair trade. you receive a rich inner mind. yet lack the thought to reach outside.
most definatly something that i need to work on.
yet at the moment i lack the will, as spring is so wonderful and i haven't any friends that i need to open up to... no one that wants to be opened up to. so why bother?

HAHAHA.
i wam watching House. the show.
and someone says to house: 'you're alone, you've always been alone. i'm your best friend and i don't even know how your head works'
i may not be athiestic, narcissistic, and obsessed about myself as House is, but i understand.

and i want to watch the hockey game that's on now but if i do i'll feel sick.

oh, the rest of that song by jon foreman i quoted...
Life is a gift like fresh cut roses
Cut from the branch and brought inside
It’s a slow contradiction that’s beauty in a vase
When the chords are cut, it’s when we start to die

Lately death and life get so confusing
I can’t tell the difference here tonight
Lately every breath feels like I’m kissing death
And when time is dead I cease to be alive

If you hide yourself, deep inside, deep inside
In time you’ve got nothing left to hide
There’s nothing left inside
Tonight, honey I’m going to break your heart
Mine was broken was broken from the start, broken from the start

Choice is the only thing we’re given
For one will live, another dies
One road says hello, the others says goodbye
And the roads that you don’t choose begin to die

If you hide yourself, deep inside
Deep inside
In time you’ve got nothing left to hide
It dries up inside
Tonight, honey, I’m going to break your heart
Mine was broken was broken from the start, broken from the start

They won’t pay a cent to hear you laughing
They might pay a little to hear you cry
If you do it long enough, they might even pay attention
But they still won’t pay respect until you die

If you hide yourself, deep inside
Deep inside
In time you’ve got nothing left to hide
It’s all dead inside
Tonight, honey, I’m going to break your heart
Mine was broken was broken from the start, broken from the start