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Sticking to rotten common sense,
Holding it up in both hands
All around the putrid bitches
Look at me, at me and laugh
Without knowing even a flower's scent
{.//Anywhom , I realized that men really make me angry .| , like a majority of them I want to throw into a meat grinder. Then the few that I like are useless as well because they either don't like me or couldn't pay attention to me because they're busy gawking over some thing meaningless like sports or games. And I don't want to make anymore friends I don't even want friends .| , Favourite Song of the month is Over - The Birthday Massacre. I'm so deep , ugh angstangstangstwhine I feel like Candace but atleast I'm not a Thomas or Sketch
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Over
He watches her while she is sleeping
He wonders if he could watch her forever
He wants to know every secret she keeps
He wants to know what it is that keeps them together
He doesn't know what is real anymore
He tries to read the reflections from her eyes
He never stopped to think about love and direction
He only took the truth from his paranoid lies
Sometimes the beauty starts to die
When it's over
Torture yourself by asking why
But it's over
She watches him as he is leaving
She waits all night till he comes home
She fabricates another reason to stay
She's always so afraid of being alone
She doesn't know what is real anymore
She tries to read the reflections from his eyes
She never stopped to think about love and direction
She only took the truth from her paranoid lies
Sometimes the beauty starts to die
When it's over
Torture yourself by asking why
But it's over
 Paxeon · Sun Mar 15, 2009 @ 08:21pm · 1 Comments |
