I am just the most, retarded piece of crap in the world. There's no turning back the clock now it's just like that. So I'm just going off. I'm not being friends with anyone or anything anymore cause it's so obvious alrealdy, that i cannot, do shit. I cannot, be a better man. I'm, a coward, only concerned for myself, and not to others. I'm, a rude person, saying what he wants and nothing else. I, am a idiot. I don't think that i say. and i just say it. I'm worse than Osama bin laden. He killed people with bombs but i hurt people with words and rend souls and just anyhow do it. at least osama has a reason. I just do it out of pure anger. So well i'm just going to go off. maybe delete my blog. msn. friendster. make sure no one meets me or be my friends cause all i do is make trouble and do shit. I'm like, Billy in James Blunt's songs! Well. no use turning back the clock. just move and suffer. I'm looking like a freaking idiot posting thing. I don't deserve to be even like, posting SHIT. I'm a demon deserved to DIE, and I am not worthy of GOD's GRACE or JESUS'S LOVE.


Billy's leaving today (don't know where he's going).
Holds his head in disgrace (he can't escape the truth).
He knows the price that he's paid.
He admits that it's too late to admit that he's afraid.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.

Billy's leaving today (don't know where he's going).
He's got lines on his face (they tell the story of his pain).
He accepts it's his fate.
He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.

Once he was a lover sleeping with another.
Now he's just known as a cheat.
And he wish he'd had a mirror; looked a little clearer.
Seen into the eyes of the weak.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his soul mate.
The damage is done. The prodigal son is too late.
Old doors are closed but he's always open,
To relive time in his mind.
Oh Billy.



Oh Billy indeed.