I've been here for so long,
I've let every slow song,
Bring me to my knees.

I've counted the sheep and,
Gone off the deep end,
Into the raging seas.

     Okay, so! I'm half way through classes at school. I only have 6 weeks left. Two B's and an A. I'm a manager at Chick-fil-a pulling 41 hours a week. Here's my life: Work, school, study, eat, study, work, sleep, study, school, study, pass out, study, etc... I've been a good boy, dammit. It's high time for something to actually work for me, k? I seem to be at the top of the hill here, but shit seems to still trickle down from somewhere. So let's go universe, get off of your knees and stop fooling around with fate, because I'm calling in a favor here. Give me a freaking good day.

Leave Out All The Rest (Album Version) - Linkin Park
There goes one more year of 'once upon a time'.
17: The Speed-bump.
As far as the teens go, it's:
13: Wow! Teenager!!!
14: Psh, yeah, I've been a teen for a whole year now. :P
15: Uh, permit! Everyone watchout!!
16: Oh geez, Cars... License, Community College, first actual chance of serious relationships.
18: Legality = everything! minus drinking. :P
Oh wait... I missed one.
17: ... Take a breather, take a breath! About to plunge into the depths! Take a moment, take your time. Put some rhythm to your rhyme.

You're expected to be as mature as an adult by 17. That's the true test of how you're going to act when you're 18; legal. That being said, it's time to start letting go of some of the childish stuff. Time to stop making the same mistakes I was supposed to learn from the first time. Time to be the one I want to be for the rest of my life.

Oh yeah, and happy freaking birthday to me. :D
-Joey 

Instead of pockets full of roses,
Wear the thorns where love opposes.

I'm dizzy, drowning; which way's down?
This royal pain still yields no crown.
I'm faithful only to the fall.
Listen close, or don't at all.

If I'm the weakness, run away.
You're in too deep and still you play.
I'm the bitter, painful, bleak.
Mute the serpent words I speak.

I don't have what you're searching for.
I regret that little open door.
This game, I never meant to play,
This heart, not mine to give away.

     In the end, my open doors weren't meant to lead to the VIP section. This was supposed to be an open casket funeral; you weren't supposed to climb inside.
     It's going to come down like acid rain, and you'll regret the day you met me. I'll ruin you again, fresh off you last demise. My promises were as weak as your defenses. I didn't mean to make them.
     I'll run away for you. But not too you.
     It's time to 're-adjust'.
     It's time move your heart.
     It's time to let go.

Joeyker