Pete Hynd

Peabody Veterans Memorial High School

Class of 1990

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Pete Hynd - Class of 1990 - Peabody Veterans Memorial High School

First Name	Pete
Last Name	Hynd
Graduation Year	Class of 1990
Gender	Male
Current Location	Plaistow, New Hampshire
Hometown	Peabody, Massachusetts
Relationship Status	Married
About Me	Pre Feb 2008: I can't escape this hell So many times I've tried But I'm still caged inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal, this animal I can't escape myself So many times I've lied But there's still rage inside Somebody get me through this nightmare I can't control myself So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal Somebody help me through this nightmare I can't control myself Somebody wake me from this nightmare I can't escape this hell This animal, this animal This animal, this animal This animal, this animal This animal So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal I have become Help me believe it's not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal! This animal I have become Three Days Grace The hour of reckoning draws near Judgment day is here and gone Sweetly she draws me into her arms A liquid embrace to chase the day way. Sedate Numb Deaf and Dumb Stumbling into solitude. A clouded judgment day is fueled. Take me under your black wings Mark my words and remember me. So sweetly she shucks away at my time So sweetly she draws me nigh Closer and closer towards never ending sleep Spin the bottle Kiss only the bottle. The dark mistress of many, beholden to none Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement Eternal engagement Never consummated. Take me under your black wings Mark my words and remember me. Destroyer of senses. So take as needed for the pain Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky. My sweet demoness beckons me Ever again and again and again and again. The dark mistress of many, beholden to none My sweet demoness beckons me Ever again and again and again and again and again. Take me under your black wings. Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction. Lamb of God Turning the Page. 2/15/08 - Changes... One day at a time. "And I just can't keep living this way So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now! (now) It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally for you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through And don't even realize what you did, believe me you I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger" Eminem When the walls fall around you is when you begin to find That the depths you have found have become now too hard to climb You reconcile your pain in the loneliest refrain And crawl tied and bound to the one thing you can't leave behind And start over again This insurrection The same reflection. Perpetual And start over again and again and again and again This insurrection. A broken voice without a word to live by Eyes slammed shut watch the world go by It should have been way better than this You can't anticipate the things that you miss And how long til you let it go Master unreality Nothing to show and in the end Top of the mountain of nowhere First in the line dying to get back there You can't get back there. First in the line to catch a glimpse of the shrine The closest we ever got to divine Irrefutable indisputable infallible impossible to deny Lamb of God I don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom. George S. Patton The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That's real glory. That's the essence of it. Vince Lombardi "Doing what is right everyday to the best of my ability insures my recovery ability." "By changing attitudes and finding solutions through our own program of recovery, we can regain our sense of hope, serenity, freedom, and joy. “Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.” -Theodore Roosevelt “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” ― Theodore Roosevelt “At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done. We will be judged by "I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me. I was home...(read more)