I'm having the day from hell,
It was all going so well (before you came)
And you told me you needed space,
With a kiss on the side my face (not again)
And not to mention (the tears I shed)
But I should have kicked your (ass instead)
I need intervention
Attention to stop temptation to scream

Cause baby
Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart
Tell me what do you do,
when it all falls apart
Gotta pick myself up where do I start
Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart
No

Don't know where I parked my car
Don't know who my real friends are (anymore)
I put my faith in you
What a stupid thing to do (when it rains it pours)
And not to mention (I drank too much)
I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)
I need intervention
Attention to stop temptation to scream

Can it be easier?
Can I just change my life?
Cause it just seems to go bad everytime
Will I be mending?
another one ending once again
Gotta pick myself out cause things are mended

-"When it all falls apart" (The Veronicas)

I'd like to think that Family is the one group of people you can always count on; no matter what happens or how ugly things get, they will never give up on you. I guess, I'm wrong. Unconditional love is not a given in Family ties; knowing that when all the world has cast me aside, I can't depend on you. I will have to accept that I am insignificant to you; you will walk away when you decide the terms are no longer favourable for you.

The bitter pill to swallow: knowing that in moments of anger, you choose to forget all that I've done for you. The little everyday things that seem inconsequential but all add up. I go out of my way to make life easier for you. It doesn't always show in the face of my domineering nature but it cuts me like a knife when you don't acknowledge or appreciate it. It's not that this is a competition and I do acknowledge and appreciate all that you've done for me, but when you cast me aside, it breaks my heart. I do what I do out of love. What is your motivation? Obligation?

My world is falling apart. Bit by bit, things have gone bad, leaving me frantically trying to pick up the pieces while juggling the ones already filling my arms. I live in dread of each new day; wondering what new disaster or tragedy is going to come my way. I keep these emotional burdens to myself; my pride would not let me share any sign of weakness with others. The downside is having others view me as being easily-irritated and a brat. It's an easier image to manage than being thought of as weak.

I've done some things I'm not proud of but even the most sincere contrition is not enough; redemption and a second chance seems as likely as snow in Singapore. The fervent prayers of desperation, the whispered hope of salvation...it seems like they fall on empty ears; or maybe He has heard my prayers but He has different plans. Though I feel ashamed, I cannot help but feel the seed of bitter disappointment grow.