though i have lived, i have never been alive.

hello there. so i breathe with my lungs. i'm seventeen, and im terrified of growing up. im addicted to myspace, chapstick, sweet tea, and my ipod. im not your average girl.

allison elizabeth.
you'll never forget it.
July 11
You strike the match… why not be utterly changedto fire? To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of abrief life you never much liked? So if you’d careto come along, we’re gonna curb all ournever-ending, clever complaining, As who’s everheard of a singer criticized by his song? Thoughwe hunger, though all that we eat brings us littlerelief, We don’t know quite what else to do; Wehave all our beliefs, but we don’t want ourbeliefs… God of Peace, we want You.

You strike the match… why not be utterly changed
to fire? To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a
brief life you never much liked? So if you’d care
to come along, we’re gonna curb all our
never-ending, clever complaining, As who’s ever
heard of a singer criticized by his song? Though
we hunger, though all that we eat brings us little
relief, We don’t know quite what else to do; We
have all our beliefs, but we don’t want our
beliefs… God of Peace, we want You.