Dance with me baby, let me hear your voice Oh if I didn't wanna fall for you I never had a choice Smear the makeup on my face run your fingers through my hair I can not keep my heart from you and I don't even care Yeah, you turn me inside out You make me shake and I can't stop You give new meaning to drop dead gorgeous And I'm about to drop You are a song to me And every note of every chord will set me free There's no time before you came along Three cheers for the end of twenty one years Nothing else is going wrong Reverberate and complicate my evenings and my days And I will only love you more Well I will count the ways Dance with me and when you see my pulse beneath my skin It's racing now, I don't know how to hold the burning in You've taken from me my defenses My will is under attack And baby when I wrap my arms around you I feel the bones in your back Oh yeah, your voice is like music It's music to my ears I'm not dying anymore, I'm alive baby! Showbread has shown me that you can be crazy, and still make good music I've gotten my craziness back, which, I dunno if it's good or bad, maybe a touch of both? I think my brain can't really handle emotional/physical trauma on any real level Take example when I get in fights, I don't get pissed, or anything My body starts shaking and I just start laughing A kid once hit me in the face with a break and I just laughed, didn't really feel any pain And then whenever something emotionally bad happens, I get sad, then I get mad, I get irrational, I get really weirded out, then I just go crazy Like I'll maybe pull out my hair, or I'll just excersise until I literally fall over from exhaustion (happened yesterday) Or any number of things that if you saw, you'd say that person wasn't in the right state of mine I never usually am, maybe that's why I'm Jeremy? I'm usually pretty unconventional in everything, sometimes I boarder unconventional into just downright crazy, but, I like it I mean I should definantly see someone eventually, I mean, I pull out my hair sometimes, and others when I get pissed I just put body parts of mine through walls Theres a hole in my hallway covered up by a warped tour poster that confirms that I mean, right now, I'm hurting pretty bad, and I know I should be sad, and I have no idea why I'm still hurting But I'm not sad, I feel a giddiness, the bad kind, and I just feel hallow and empty inside I'm back to who I was 4 months ago. I don't like it, but it's the only way I can function by myself, and it's worked for 15 years, it'll keep working. This entry doesn't make sense to me. I think I'm losing my mind, not because of anything recent, but because 4 months ago, I honestly thought that I was losing my mind, and I was going insane, but, now it feels like I just picked up where I left off. I mean 4 months ago I was hanging out my friends window of his truck while we drove throwing firecrackers at people, and when someone said something jumping out of a moving car to start somethin, I think, I don't remember. I'm slowly losing my mind.