Hi everyone. I have an opinion question about Lady Gaga. I really like her music, it's definitely enjoyable and has good beats. She has a nice voice and everything. But does anyone else find her, personally, quite annoying? I feel like she's manufactured by a record mogul or something - her whole image - the fashion, the gay rights supporting, the bisexuality, the 'controversial' side of her... is she just another production of a record company? Built to look so different, when really, it's just the same? Do I sound nuts? I'm crazy.

I heard that you were home again, but you don't look like you're back to me. With your focuses changing, your gaze is transfixed on a point that I can't often see.

I'm gonna close my mouth now - you don't need more noise in your life
I miss you more than you know, but I know time makes you move on

Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I'll often stop and think about them in my life, I love you more.

You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
Till then you're invisible

Please don't let this turn into something it's not. I can only give you everything I've got. I can't be as sorry as you think I should. But I still love you more than anyone could.

I tried to tell myself that the reason I was crying had nothing to do with the fact that even when I wasn't trying, all I did was let people down.

I can't tell what happens next - just what I've seen. I don't know what it means, but I'm holding on to the edge of my seat.

Look at where you've got yourself now. You think the world is trying to bring you down. You think that moving on means getting passed around but every move you make just takes you further down.

Hello, it's me again. A whole lot's changed since I left
and I don't know, I guess I felt like checking in.

I just want to go to sleep but you want to carry grudges. Nine times out of ten, I see the storm approaching long before the rain starts falling

Like a cold day in August, I was not prepared for this. You think that nobody noticed the way you still care about it.

Hello, it's me again. It's three days now that you've been in my dreams and I don't know, I guess you've just been on my mind. I don't know, I guess I think about you all the time.

In my darkest hour, I had given up on life
so close to never waking up again
the emptiness, it never ends

You know you're better than that, so put the past behind you. You just gave so much to someone who never really deserved it.

The consequences of all past mistakes, they're still causing so many headaches. Can't learn from my bruises, my balance still tends towards bad choices

I wasn't gonna drink tonight then I went to a bar
I wasn't gonna start that fight but they pushed me way too far,

In my weakest hour, I chose alcohol instead of sharing my heart with the only one who ever really loved me all this time.

You always tell me anyone could be just like me,
if it's a different time and a different place to be
You would go on.

I hit the brakes and pull up to the house. That's when I see his car is parked outside. I grab my knife and grab my keys, I walk into the door, climb the stairs, I want to scream. But I stand silently watching as you're fucking him. I want my payback, I want his blood on my hands. Never forgot that you left with my heart.

Love and sex and TV sets, we never left my room. I used to speak of old regrets, maybe I spoke too soon. I thought that I did my best, now I know that isn't true. Cause my clothes smell like cigarettes and they used to smell like you.

So where do tears come from? Sometimes the pain, sometimes the fucking mind. I guess it's a war, it's all about respecting and not playing. Don't put your head against your feelings.

You little shit, you're in it now. I hope they throw away the key. You should have talked to me more often than you did, but no! You had to go your own way, have you broken any homes up lately?

Beautified diversity, functioning as one body. Every part encouraged by the other. No one independent of another. You're irreplaceable, indispensable, you're incredible.

Remember when I told you how scared I was of the movie Paranormal Activity was? Well, here's a new one for you: The Fourth Kind. I'm sure a few of you have seen it, but if you haven't, save yourself the feeling of being frightened and don't go. It was super scary, I don't even want to think about it!
And I'm from Staten Island :)

Took you down for one more hit, when you gonna stop that shit? Till the next time it's okay, slowly watching you decay. Just one more time, just one last time...

I was chewin' gum for something to do. The blinds were being pulled down on the dew. Inside, out of love, what a laugh. I was looking for you.

I was shooting in the back of the car when the windows smashed on the police cars. I was swimming through the streets of New York with my cocaine dagger and throats to cut. And it was making her cry, but it was making me high

Why can't you just love me like you love your fucking drugs, you tell me that you hate it but you never get enough.

The devil's driving my car tonight and he's drunk. He's pissed, he's mad and I don't care which of you he fucks up

I'm stressin' out, I need it now. I need some fucking pills to bring me down. What's the crime if I snort a line? Toke, choke, shoot it up all at the same time.

Don't fake yourself into ever, ever thinking about yesterday. That was then, this is now, don't call it undone. Don't take what you've been dealt. You can exit out the back and make your getaway before anyone can see the damage you have done.

You like it better when we're wasted cause it's less complicated. But when the drugs are gone and faded, I look at your face and hate it.

What's the worst you could feel and you only need a friend, but you say, it isn't me.

Addiction is trickery. For example, a man who quits smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator smoking a cigarette and he gave in. What I'm trying to say is I think I love you again.

"You never thought you'd get addicted, just be cooler in an obvious way. I could say, shouldn't you have got a couple piercings and decided maybe that you were gay? In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane with your pain."

I've figured out a way to twist reality. Just take a ton of drugs and never go to sleep and re-rent the saddest movie that you've ever seen. Push all your friends away with the cruel things that you say and if you need company, you've got the voices in your head.

If you don't, I'll start drinking, like the way I drank before and I just won't have a future anymore.

And everything got real slow, like a gunshot in the movies. And he remembered heroin boy walking in through the door, bouncing off the walls and the floor. Taking off his belt, taking off his pants, filling up the bathtub getting ready to go in for a swim. Singing I don't exist, I don't exist

I thought I'd let you know that these things take forever,
I especially am slow, but I realized that I need you

I don't think I'll ever be sorry. No, I'm not sorry for a thing I've done. And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely cause having her around wasn't all that special.

If I could hear my echoes from five years back, they would join me in accord, because I've been saying the same thing for years now: "Things are going to have to change in the morning."

But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint, like a heartbeat mixed with pure love. Some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.

Because I don't know what tomorrow brings. It is alive with such possibilities. All I know is I feel better when I sing.

We're all dying, he'll die younger while he's still a pretty man, cause there's nothing after thirty, that has always been his plan. When your heroes fell in glory and you're tracing every move, well, you gotta have that story like you didn't even choose.

I love being from New York and living here. The Yankees make me so proud, haha.

You gave your line, you fell in love. You feel the shadow. There's no more to borrow, there's no more to steal. And no more to feel

Ideas come with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum, it keeps swinging from one extreme to another.

The boys got problems, the boys got stress
the boys got a .38 hidden in his desk

The way you're singing in your sleep, the way you look before you leap, the strange illusions that you keep. You don't know, but I'm noticing.

The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation - it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love and it thrilled him

If I'd been someone else in a different world I would have done something different but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

I have sat on park benches and trains and school room chairs, feeling the great store of unused, objectless love sitting in my belly like a stone until I was sure I would cry out and fall, flailing to the ground.

I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn't want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as I struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.

"Their women, they were these big round-titted girls, you would say hello to them and they would just flop on the bed and fuck you; we liked sexual tension, S&M, not fucking. They were barefoot, we had platform boots. They were eating bread they had baked themselves - and we never ate at all."

You can't dwell on what might have been - and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

You're not me, you're a model of freedom.
All you need are your kicks when you need 'em

His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat dance in your soul, looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.

Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I'm not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I'd want you to hear.

Coming from you, friend is a three letter word. End is the only part of the word that I hear. Call me morbid or absurd, but to me, coming from you, friend is a three letter word and nothing more.

You must have been in a place so dark, you couldn't feel the light reaching for you through that stormy cloud. Now here we are, gathered in our little hometown. This can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.

Well, liars, they leave a guilty trail
and let me tell you something people,
I've been lying for fucking years

I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed up place he'd come to. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.

Sometimes to do the things you love, you leave the ones you love behind.

And you know it might not be that bad, you were the best I'd ever had. If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago, I might not be alone.

I know you can't stand my wandering hands, but how can I apologize, comply with my demands? They're written on these pages, it's written on our faces. I know you don't want this, but know that I need this more than I did before. It's easy to see that it's hard to ignore your subtle hands, I'm catching wind how insincere are your finger prints.

Who says I can't get stoned? Turn off the lights and telephone, me in my house alone. Who says I can't get stoned? Who says I can't be free from all the things I used to be? Rewrite my history, who says I can't be free?

Every once in awhile, a band emerges fully formed, that fulfills a dream no one even realized they had. A band who are spookily, synchronically of the moment, but who also transcend it, slightly glazed eyes already on where they're going next

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds onto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic

I saw you walking by today. Your hair was longer and you might have been a little taller, but it was still you and you still smiled at me and I still couldn't speak.

I tried to help you, but the closer I got, the further you walked away. Was it hope that kept you alive through the years and should I even call it living?

everything you've ever wanted came the moment you stopped looking

and I won't ever be lonely again. No, no, no, no. But until that time I think I had better find some disbelief to suspend, cause I don't want to feel like this again.

I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people and they needed me, just like comets need tails.

See, when you're mad, you don't miss people.
So if you stay mad, it's like you never knew them at all

Please be kind, don't drop the rock on me. Don't go outside and discover that you like being free.

Well I had better friends in my worst of plans than I ever had in either one of you.

There are worse ways for a guy to spend his time than to sit and think of you. I think I'd marry you. Just your smile leaves me satisfied, though you're not mine. So for the rest of my life, I'm gonna search for someone just like you.

I stayed home, took a Vicodin.
Sometimes, it's all that I can do

Is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? An avalanche of opinions like the one that I am now underneath.

The newspaper said, what are you doing in bed?
I said we are only trying to get some peace.

Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye, through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again.

If time could stop, how could I make this more poetic, when there's nothing more pathetic to be said.

I never knew the difference between bullshit and sincere,
as long as it sounded good

Sit down, please make yourself comfortable. I might need some time to dance around what I need to say. I love you to death, but I think I need a break

"I usually see people's faults when I'm stoned, but I also pick out the perfect ones. Basically you're either perfect like a shining light or you're uglier than the devil. the judgment I make about people while high, always turns out to be right."

Thank you all so much for your sweet comments. Most of my quotes are somewhat a reflection of what I feel, but sometimes it's just a metaphor, not the real thing. Like if it sounds like I'm depressed or something, it's really my way of releasing some tensions through words. Don't worry about me :)

I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me. I'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me. I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me. And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me.

Have I ever told you before, I think you're beautiful when you're sleeping? After some time, it's something I find true. Love's not a grave, it shouldn't decay on you.

I was seven years old when I watched the world fall down. I can't remember, but I like the way it sounds. I never realized that kids like me grow up in war, so I thought my life was hard until you told me yours. And if the sky should fall and break you up while it hits the ground, you won't ever let life go. Won't ever let you go. Just follow the lights home.

When you understand that what you're telling is just a story, it isn't happening anymore. When you relize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trash can, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don't die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.

No, I don't do drugs anymore, either. But I'll tell you something about drugs. I used to do drugs, but I'll tell you something honestly about drugs, honestly, and I know it's not a very popular idea, you don't hear it very often anymore, but it is the truth: I had a great time doing drugs. Sorry. Never murdered anyone, never robbed anyone, never raped anyone, never beat anyone, never lost a job, a car, a house, a wife or kids, laughed my ass off and went about my day.

I picked you up and lifted your wilted frame into the sun. I was taken back, yeah, I was taken back. And by the time I caught my breath, you had blossomed into something that I did not expect.

You're not my favorite mistake, you're just a simple regret. I thought I knew who you were but watch how fast and watch how well I forget.

Waking up to the sound of traffic, headlights flicker through the room. And here comes that heavy scent from a night well spent and for a moment, I felt safe.

I'm trying, I need more time. You're gone, I'm just sitting here. You didn't say anything at all. I've got a thousand words for not missing you. Don't worry, I'm not going to call. I tell myself I'll forget you. Oh, trust me, I will.

You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart.

And just when you think that you might have crossed the worst of it, and just when you can't possibly do yourself in again, you're caught a bad way. You're feeling stupid and small or you're only feeling human again. Fuck, break then mend away, shine everyday.

anxiety, proximity erupting from the chemistry of testosterone, isolated until the first fists fly.

Tonight I'll play shitloads of video games. Tonight I'll decide too late to go get on the train and play out my stupid, misguided version of fun. Tonight I'll get stupid fucking drunk and be an idiot, ashamed of what I've done.

Time has told me, you are a rare, rare find. A troubled cure for a troubled mind. And time has told me not to ask for more, for someday our ocean will find its shore.

I really love discovering new music and learning their music and then connecting to them. It really is a wonderful thing.

Pain is self inflicted,
Cause is not

There was a woman lying on the floor, blueish pale. Staring a hole through his soul. There was blood underneath, the shotgun lying next to her. He mumbled, "Am I closer now, is this the path that God has chosen out for me?"

I know you're sad because it's winter. But I can promise you a spring. I know you're cold, I see you shiver. But I can promise you a spring.

Do you believe in forever?
I don't even believe in tomorrow.

tomorrow's new, tomorrow's warm
remember, when you're all alone.

I left myself, I left my body. I got so frightened by the light and all the things that I could see, I left myself.

You make me strong and I make you weak. The perfect mismatch and disharmony.

He took a long look in the mirror, shook his head. Felt the arms of God letting go. Couldn't breathe. It had to stop. Voices screaming out inside of him. The world was turning black, cold, cruel and vicious. Time was knocking on a closing door, wanting more.

I am your needle,
I am your option out of here, it's that simple.

If there was no heaven, there would be no hell. If I couldn't feel, I would probably hurt myself. I open my eyes but I cannot see. The people I looked up to are not for real.

Oh dear father, can't you see?
I'm not running away
I'm just searching for the real me.

I feel the blood under my skin and I hate every part of me. How could I lose the only thing worth keeping. Now I'm sorry I didn't wait for you.

Hey sister, take them with you. Hey brother, hurt will make you strong. Your tears will turn to laughter. A last look back and then you're on.

I feel the blood under my skin, like so many times before.
This journey got the best of me and I am sorry I couldn't wait anymore.

"I saw the coming of the end, sun stopped its shining, air is no longer fresh. Then it was too late to realize that we can't breathe our hate."

Trust and you'll be trusted, says the liar to the fool. Lust and so what if you're busted? In love and war, there ain't no rules.

In this maze of hatred, the name of god is lost

His tongue down your throat, his hand up your skirt. Yeah, I'm a man but it still hurts.