Think of this as you may, you think you know...but you have no idea.
A milisecond, a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month a year.
so many changes, in very little time.
Words and personalities change. More swearing, more drinking more ignorance. More woman, more destroying stories. More pain, brough to us by what we love.
Someone who once was so kept and so cute, who could win the hearts of everyone he met. That smile, those eyes...gosh that twinkle in his eye. The boy who everyone loved.
Who knew that cute adorable boy from that small town, that worked a job not many teens would choose. Who did what he loved most with a few friends outside of that job.
A chubby cute teenage boy now a young , skinny muscular married man. This boy can't just hang out and hammer anils, and drink beer in his basement with his buddies. He can't just go to the store and get his groceries. He can barely walk the streets.
As each day passes a new obstacle appears. You guys probaly catch my drift about who this is about. If he is reading this, don't deny, but this is not to bring offence.
That boy we knew before canada knew him, is no longer that boy. No matter how much we dream he never will be. He's in a rock band now, he drinks beer, and gets the woman, begging at his feet for him. WWhen this guy hits rock bottom he'll realize ...i hope. I look up to this man too much for him to get hurt. I'm proud, don't get me wrong. But i do miss that guy who built houses, got expelled from highschool, and who played with his four dearest freinds in a small rock garage band who played too loud, but sang words not even an angel could think of. And who slowly won the hearts of all canadians.
I am proud of you, i really am.
I am proud of who those four guys were and where they are now.
I am proud of what this band is now.
Proud truly isn't the word to really express how most of us feel, it's more than that.
Outside of most teenagers and young adults there are actually a few who are actually mature, and understand these guys moves in the business, not everyone wants to have their fucking kids. Morons.
'I sold you all that you can hold, my love struck story's getting old'
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
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i really like this blog! it says it all!
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