Honestly, Patrick Stump, Josh Southwick

So everyone knows who I am but they still don't realize what I was talking about. I was talking about my life and how I just hate the world for what they did to me. They took away my family and stuck me with a new one that I didn't even want to be with. I resent God for what he did to me and what he made me. I resent all the football practices I had to go to just to watch the field for most of the games. I resent having to write this to pass this class and I resent the school for not letting me do credit recovery. Honestly, I hate life. And I wouldn't change a thing.

I Remember, Patrick Stump

I remember the time that my brother got hit by a car. It was after car safety day and he was a host of it. I remember how scared my family was.

                                  "I Wonder"

Find your dreams come true
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means to find your dreams

I've been waiting on this my whole life
These dreams be waking me up at night
You say I think I'm never wrong
You know what, maybe you're right, aight

And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means to find your dreams

You say he get on your fucking nerves
You hope that he get what he deserves, word
Do you even remember what the issue is
You just trying to find where the tissue is
You can still be who you wish you is
It ain't happen yet
And that's what the intuition is
When you hop back in the car
Drive back to the crib
Run back to their arms
The smokescreens
The chokes and the screams
You ever wonder what it all really mean

And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means
And I wonder if you know
What it means to find your dreams

And I'm back on my grind
A psychic read my lifeline
Told me in my lifetime
My name would help light up the Chicago skyline
And that's what I'm
Seven o'clock, that's primetime
Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hot lines
Why he keep giving me hot lines
I'm a star, how could I not shine
How many ladies in the house
How many ladies in the house without a spouse
Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused
What you about
On that independent shit
Trade it all for a husband and some kids
You ever wonder what it all really mean
You ever wonder if you'll find your dreams

Sad Chair, Patrick Stump

Rejected

How To, Patrick Stump

How to gain weight,

• Stop exercising
• Eat a lot
• If you eat after 8pm then your body absorbs that food into your fat cells
• Sit down. Walking around is exercise
• Think fat thoughts
• Rinse and repeat

Jealousy, Patrick Stump

Jealous? Yeah I'm jealous. I'm jealous of so many people. I mean I wanted to be like Mike, Right? I wanted to be him. I wanted to be that guy. I wanted to touch the rim. But jealousy is the root of all evil. It's the way a man becomes greedy, spiteful, and just hate everyone. Mackelmore is not exactly the best author of poems but the fact is he is so good at making me jealous. He dances and cries and survives.
"Can't Hold Us"

[Intro:]
Ay, ay, ay
Good to see you, come on in, let's go
Yeah, let's go
Alright, alright
OK, uh, alright, OK
Alright, OK

Return of the Mack, get up!
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t.
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit
Get up! Fresh out, pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby. Sweater gang, nope, nope y’all can’t copy
Yup. Bad, moon walking, this here is our party, my posse's been on Broadway,
And we did it our way.
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I’m on.
Let that stage light go and shine on down,
Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style.
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds,
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustler,
Chasing dreams since I was fourteen with the four track bussing
Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing

Labels out here,
Now they can’t tell me nothing
We give that to the people,
Spread it across the country
Labels out here,
Now they can’t tell me nothing
We give it to the people,
Spread it across the country

Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us

Now, can I kick it? Thank you. Yeah I'm so damn grateful.
I grew up, really wanted gold fronts
But that’s what you get when Wu Tang raised you
Y’all can’t stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat
And I’m eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!
Deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome,
Caesar make you a believer. Now I never ever did it for a throne.
That validation comes from giving it back to the people. Now sing this song and it goes like
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me
If I fall, they got me. Learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching ourselves

Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us

And so we put our hands up
And so we put our hands up

Wa oh oh oh wa oh oh oh wa oh oh
Let's go!

Na na na na na na na na (aha)
Hey
And all my people say

Na na na na na na na na (that's right, feels good)
Hey
And all my people say

Na na na na na na na na (it's alright)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
And all my people say

Na na na na na na na na
Ma-ckle-more

[Album version ending:]
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us.

[Music video ending 2x:]
Let the night come, before the fight's won
Some might run against the test
But those that triumph, embrace the fight cause
Their fears then prove that courage exists

Hope [echo]

Crazy Love, Patrick Stump

I can't even think right now. I keep having these doubts about myself. Like what if everyone is laughing, and I'm the joke? What if the joke is about me? What if it's not. Im so confused. just shut up and go away. No wait please come back. I need you. Not for the reasons you think though. I hope. I don't know. I just don't know anymore. I mean I keep having these dreams and I'm lost in the woods with everyone else but I guess in truth I am really not that lost. Because everyone I need is around me. But they keep running into the woods and they never come back. I'm scared. Of you. Of me. Of everyone.

The Moon, Patrick Stump

The Moon

By P.A.T. Stump

The Moon is so beautiful tonight. I mean it. It's beautiful. It sings a sweet song that says to me, "I'm just a rock with a bunch of craters, but I was perfect at one point." Well guess what we all have a bunch of craters in us. We all get craters but that doesn't mean that we let it define us. No. You get the craters, define them, and then make it a part of who you really are. People say to just go and fill up the hole and I say no. Smooth out the hole and make it beautiful. Make it something that everyone wants because by tomorrow, you are going to be the next big thing that everyone sees. You will control the tide of the people and those craters, well, let's just say that they aren't craters anymore. They are you. 

 

Hello World, Patrick Stump

I want you to think about this............are you done? If you are skip down to paragraph two. If not just keep thinking about this..........................................................................................
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For those of you not still thinking I want you to close your eyes. Now go back in time. Go back in time to a place where tings were that much simpler. Where nobody cared about how you looked or how you dressed or even how you spoke. Where every little thing you did made your parents laugh, and every time you cried somebody actually cared. Now open your eyes and look at your life right now. What happened? Why is everything so wrong and why do you always have to be right? Why do we have a black president and me saying that just sounds racist? I'm just speaking the truth. Why is it so wrong to walk around and tell someone you love them, and then they think you are creepy as Hell and they never talk to you again? I love you. I love my body. I love your body. People say they wish they had my life well guess what? I want yours. I want to have friends that are always there for me. I want a life where I am respected and I am great. I want to be someone where I can do whatever I want......and everyone thinks I am the greatest. Welcome to the world. Hello World. Are you still with me?

Help Me, Patrick Stump

   Dear whoever the hell is reading this,
So let's say that I asked a girl to prom right? Now let's say that a week later I get a girlfriend? How do I tell my girlfriend I already asked a girl to prom when she is expecting me to ask her? Also let's say she isn't exactly fond of any of your friends except one and all her friends are super weird but she isn't anything like them and she is like your perfect match? I mean what do I do? I don't know. Just answer if you feel like it. If not I don't care.

Death

Dead. Dying. Hoping that I won't see the end but knowing it's coming. I haven't died yet but I feel the cold embrace wrap around my shoulders, hear the whispering of the fallen angel telling me to go to sleep, and it will all be over. My eyelids struggle to stay up and my muscles start to lose control. My arms are asleep, my mouth unable to move. I try to scream but all that comes out is a laugh. A horrible laugh that tells me that this is the end. I look around for someone, anyone, to help me, to pull me out of this cold embrace, but there isn't anyone. I am alone. I will always be alone. The last thing I see is myself. I am looking at myself in a mirror but this isn't me. This is the person I didn't want to become. Who can save me now? Who is willing to help me change. You can't though. It's to late. I had my chance to change and I chose wrong and now it's me against the world.

When I Look In Your Eyes

When I look in your eyes, I see all the pain, all the hatred, and all the agony I never wanted. 

When I look in your eyes, I see the love, the passion, and the fire that got us to that next step. 

When I look in your eyes, I see the lives we could have had, what we could have been, and how happy we could have been.

When I look in your eyes, I see the world at our feet, the lives of our children being great, and the greatness we could have had. 

When I look in your eyes, I see the corpse of your body, I see the white of your skin, I see the death that overcame you.

When I look in your eyes, I see the life we had together, I see all  of our happy moments, I see the smile that told me everything would be okay.

When I look in your eyes, I see the sorrow that says you never finished loving me, I see the fear that says I don't want to die, I see the sickness that overtook your soul, and dragged you down to death.

Now all I see are shut eyelids, a lifeless form, and the body of the one I loved. Please don't take her from me. Let me love her just one more time. I know I can do better.

The Truth, Patrick Stump

The truth. What is it about the truth that everyone is afraid of. We spend so much of our lives hiding from from it. We use lies to take the edge off life. We dream of a better tomorrow.We hide from our regrets and inadequacies. We try to exaggerate the good and downplay the bad. We even manage to hide from the inescapable reality that sooner or later, we and everyone else we love, is going to die. We keep telling ourselves that everything is going to be better but in truth, the only thing that could ever get better is our our lying face.

Cancer

Cancer

Turn away
If you could get me a drink
Of water, 'cause my lips are chapped and faded

Call my Aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colors
My sisters and my brothers, still

I will not kiss you
Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you

Now turn away
Cause I'm awful just to see
Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body

Oh, my agony
Know that I will never marry
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go

It just ain't living
And I just hope you know
That if you say
(If you say)
Goodbye today
(Goodbye today)
I'd ask you to be true
('Cause I'd ask you to be true)

'Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you
'Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you

Songwriters
Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Bob Bryar;Michael James Way;Gerard Arthur Way

Published by
BLOW THE DOORS OFF THE JERSEY SHORE MUSIC, INC

I need you

I'm falling down, hoping to miss the ground. I missed you by half a mile. You are the girl that holds every dream I have, dreamed of you every day and night, night and day, just hoping yo hear you say, you will have me, and you'll let me have you too. But I just can't help myself, and I can't get rid of this feeling that you really want me to leave. All that we had has faded away. Where has the true love gone, there is no way to carry on.

I feel like as I write more and more I keep getting more depressed because when I think of things to write, I try to think of something that would really get your guys attention and all I can think of is all the terrible things that happened in my life but I don't want to write about that stuff, but it keeps popping into my brain. Maybe I just don't have the closure I need to finish what I started. Maybe I am just afraid of what people will think about me. Maybe I wish it would all just leave and I can be happy just one more time. When you tell someone you don't love them it is a big deal. When you put so much into a relationship just to have her tell you she doesn't love you, it just really sucks. Up top are a few lines I came up with just for fun. Any girl out there who reads this, make sure you tell the guy off right away and don't keep him lingering just because you like the attention. Be an adult and do the right thing. Patrick out.

 

Screw Off

Who the hell do people think they are. Don't ever tell me what to do or I swear I will rip off your head. Literally. Or I will at least try. I hate it when people tell me to be quiet or tell me I'm not funny. Fuck off for all I care. I don't give a damn who watches me. Don't try and agree with my post because that makes all of you a bunch of hypocrites. Every one of you need to learn to just let people be who they are. This is a judge free class and I honestly wish that it was even remotely true. I can't say anything without someone telling me I am an idiot. So screw everyone and everything they want me to be. I am my own man and I don't need someone putting me down because they don't like what I have to say. Patrick out.

Screw Love, Patrick Stump

Sometimes I look out the window and I think, "Why did I love you?" This is going to be the only post I get personal on. I have loved one women in my life. I thought she loved me also. She ended up taking a knife to my back and making me question life. I was so devastated I cried. I actually cried about something. I have never cried about anything before this. I still remember our song. Smother Me-The Used. I thought, "Let me be the one to call you baby all the time." Now I am saying, "Let me smother you." In all seriousness let me take a pillow to her face and smother her. There is nothing worse that could have happened to me. I've been beaten by my parents, kicked out of my house, bullied, and had no friends. None of those things compare to what happened between me and her. I still can't get over what happened between me and her. I just wish I didn't care so much but I can't help it. "I'm just a sad song, with nothing to say." -Disenchanted, My Chemical Romance. The 3rd song on my blog is what is happening right now in my grooveshark mix. There wasn't a happy ending like some of you other people. It ended all fucked up with a lot of regret. "I'll miss missing you now and again."-Miss Missing You. Patrick out.

Strength, Patrick Stump

"People think that strength comes from holding on, sometimes it's letting go"-Ann Landers

So I was listening to the radio and I thought, this is stupid. So instead I turned on my t.v. and the show that was on had this quote and I decided to share it with you guys.

I look at everyone that I know and they say, "Dude.....you're weird."

Well screw you guys because in truth, it is you who is weird. You just aren't on my level yet. Just kidding I love you guys. But seriously let my soul be. 

What in the world am I talking about? Strength. Let us talk about strength.

Oh yeah so I tried to light myself on fire and then I found out, I don't have any matches. Messed up right? I promise I am not suicidal. I am a thrill seeker.

"And I wonder, if you know, what it means, to find your dreams"-Kanye West
Oh yeah so I saw this comic strip that said, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

This is so legite. So let me leave you with a quote from one of my songs.

"I'm gonna change you like a remix, and raise you like a phoenix"-The Phoenix

Patrick Stump out.

Patrick Stump, Dancing

To Those Losers Waving Those Signs, I'm Going To Give You One Good Reason Why I Respect What You Do.

I mean seriously, I am driving home from Little Caesars today and I see a kid from our school waving his sign and he was just waving and in a great mood and all I could think was, "Wow. What a loser." Now I realize that I was wrong. I mean what could be more fun then dancing around and waving around a sign? Nothing. You get to express yourself in a way that only a few others can. I am actually envious now. So I am going to go and dance around outside and think, "I don't care what you think, as long as you are thinking about me."-I Don't Care  Patrick Stump out.

Patrick Stump, Just for fun

I get to write about whatever I want. Heh heh. Heh. HAHAHAHAHAHA. This is going to be too good. So I was eating a burrito and I decided that it wasn't that good. But I finished it anyways. It was decent. I guess. Oh yeah so I got invited to a party and my ex also got invited and when she heard I got invited she started crying. WTF!!!!! What is wrong with ex girlfriends. Never mind. That was a stupid way to start. So yeah, how was your weekend? Did you do anything exciting. I killed a hippo. In my dreams. But I feel bad now. Why do I feel bad? Maybe I have a thing for hippos. Maybe I don't. Hippos are cute, in a demented sort of way. What if I ate hippo. Nope, not going there. So back to my love life.......I have none. Actually there is this really cute girl and she is way chill about everything. We watched Ferris Buehlers Day Off and it was not as funny as I thought it would be. Man I am running out of things to talk about. Maybe I could talk about myself. I am a boy, tall, short, and very average. That about sums it up. Oh yeah so I made a cake and it was very rich and good. But I didn't like it. What is wrong with me? Message me and tell me what is my problem. "I'm fast, strong, I can sleep in a bucket." Key and Peele. I love that line. He can sleep in a bucket. Ok now for my quote. "So Light Em Up." Patrick out.

Patrick Stump, Crayons

CRAYONS
Crayons remind me of how much I hate coloring. I mean no how much I color with them, there is always a space, something that isn't filled in, like something is missing. Now lets apply this to life. Life is like a crayon drawing. No matter how much you try to fix something, there will always be a problem that comes up. Now lets get down to something fun. So in creative writing we did that coloring thing and I got so frustrated and gave up. Then Kyles daughter started throwing paper at people and it was so cute. She was freaking adorable. Almost as adorable as this one girl I like. Innocence is really adorable. Like Molly Mormons. Except not really. You dig me. All I am saying is that like the crayon, there is a variety of different people. Some of the colors you like, some you don't.
Green is not a creative color!!!
Just kidding. But seriously I hate the color green. Probably because it looks gross. What am I talking about. Blue is the best color. But then again so are a lot of colors. If you are reading this, post to me what your favorite color is. It is something I like to know for some reason. I am just really weird like that. What was I talking about again?.............................I don't know. Moving on, so I was talking to this girl and I asked what her favorite color was. She said it was light blue. Now girls are weird but in a really cool way. They say something and of course they expect the person to ask "Why is that your favorite color?" Now a gut would just say, "That's cool," but a girl actually cares about that. They ask the question of why the person likes that color because girls care about people and like to get to know people. You can't count on a guy to talk about your feelings. You need a girl. They listen and they are awesome because of it. But most girls, they don't have your back in a fight. That is why it is nice to have a Bro. Bromance. Nothing gay about it. Not that there is anything wrong being gay. I don't judge. Actually I do I just don't people that I do. But everyone judges. It is just human nature. Wait I should be talking about crayons.............crap.........should I delete this? No I am going to keep this. It is good. I think. Tell me if you like it or not because I don't know anymore.  I like girls though. They are pretty. Every single one. Every girl I see I think is beautiful. Just how I roll. Well let me leave you with a quote. "We are the beginning of the end." -Young Volcanoes. I love Paris. Oh and if you finish this, you should noUturn's stuff. It is frick good. Patrick out.

Patrick Stump, What the Heck is This

Oh man. I get to talk about whatever I want. How about just anything. Let me telly you about my life. So I woke up one day wondering who i was. What i was going to be. Why I wanted to be that. Who I was going to marry. Why I was going to marry them. How many kids I am going to have. Boys or girl. Both. Neither. Twins. Triplets. And while all these thoughts were running around in my head, my dog came up to me, and put his paw on my lap, and started begging for the sandwich in my hand. I didn't give him the sandwich. Now I feel terrible. I should have given him the sandwich. All he gets is nasty dog food. He doesn't like dog food. What if life was like a dog. We get what we are given, everyone loves us, pets us, we get to sleep all day, sleep all night, and no one hates us for it. Life would be so good. I dont know what I am saying. Sorry this post is not going to be a good one because I am barely staying awake. I typed half of this with my eyes closed. Listening to Mitt Romney's voice. He has nice hair. Plus he is quite funny. I will probably fix this some other time. Then again, why bother? Peace out people.

Patrick Stump, Human

               Patrick Stump                  

A human? What the heck is a human? I ask people that and they say, "It's not a robot." Well aren't you smart. I am glad you know what it isn't. The dictionary says that it is of, relating to, or affecting people. So lets see if you are a human or not. I know I am. I mean I am writing this while watching t.v. and people are yelling and i can't seem to write what i want because i cant think straight and my head is blowing up in pain and people keep touching me and all I really want to do is sleep. I'm sick of drama and I just wish it could all leave but it cant. It just cant. Do you wanna feel beautiful? My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken. Why? Why do people like broken people? What is so wrong with someone jumping out of there seat and saying, "I LOVE AMERICA!!!!" I love America, and I am going to say that tomorrow. I promise. Just listen for it.

Patrick Stump, First Post

   So the first post. I guess I need something to captivate you. Something that will make you want to read my posts. As I remember in class a girl said that, "No one wants to know about all the sad things in your life." Well as far as I'm concerned, those are the best posts. Not everyone's life is all happy happy joy joy. People go through difficult times. Death, divorce, abuse, hell even high school relationships can be a drag. A wise man once said and I quote, "It isn't about what happened during these hard times, but what you learned from them." So go ahead and put on that fake smile, but, don't resist the urge to cry a little. As it says in Tuesdays With Morrie, go ahead and throw yourself a pity party. Then come back to reality. Life is not going to be fun. It is just going to what you make it. Your life is yours to control. Don't let anyone else determine that. This is Patrick signing off. FOB for life.