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"No One Was Saved" 2003-10-24 - 12:47 a.m. older - previous - next - profile - host - my band - my lj I Look At All The Lonely People; And It Makes Me Wonder... that was nice, eh? but enough of that there's so many depressed people out there and I read their diaries, and their livejournals; and I wonder how I can feel good when they feel so bad I feel bad a lot but I don't know how I can just forget that, and laugh and smile and not feel like killing myself even when I'm happy, I can understand why I feel depressed when I do and when I'm depressed it feels so natural but when I'm happy... even when I'm happy I don't understand why I'm happy my life is so sub-par; so not what I wanted it to be but I can laugh and walk around without the weight on my shoulders and I just wonder why I know that part of it has to do with a person ever since I "met" Sindy, she's really made me a lot happier if it weren't for her I would definitely be depressed 90% of the time but that's not all of it but she's not here and I don't know how I can not be depressed so often I guess this entry doesn't really mean anything but it's something that's bothering me ...See You Space Cowboy Ah look at all the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon That no one will hear, no one comes near Look at him working, darning his socks in the night When there's nobody there, what does he care? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Ah look at all the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried Along with her name, nobody came Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands As he walks from the grave, no one was saved All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? -Eleanor Rigby The Beatles � � |