It's my fault I'm miserable. emo
It's my fault I cry every night.
It's my fault everything goes wrong in my life.
It's my fault my sister hates me.
It's my fault my parents don't like me.
If I hadn't been born my brother would be alive right now.
I never meant to hurt anybody... but it seems to me like it's all I do.
I hurt people but I don't mean to.
I never meant to hurt him... and yet I did.
Am I really that bad of a person?
It seems like I can never be happy...
And it's always because I did something to ruin that happiness.
Wish I could erase the past...
Wow... the song Your Star just came on... Gee, that makes me feel loads better. emo
I can't see your star
I can't see your star
Though I patiently waited, bedside
For the death of today
I can't see your star
The mechanical lights of Lisbon
Frightened it away
And I'm alone now
Me and all I stood for
We're wandering now
All in parts in pieces, swim lonely
Find your own way out
I can't see your star
I can't see your star
How can the darkness feel so wrong?
And I'm alone now
Me and all I stood for
We're wandering now
All in parts in pieces, swim lonely
Find your own way out
So far away
It's growing colder without your love
Why can't you feel me calling your name?
Can't break the silence
It's breaking me
All my fears turn to rage
And I'm alone now
Me and all I stood for
We're wandering now
All in parts in pieces, swim lonely
Find your own way out
Hey...
Nothing we're fighting for
We're wandering now
All in parts in pieces, swim lonely
Find your own way out
I like that song... except it makes me cry... just like the song Lithium, and Lacrymosa, Like you... and pretty much all of her songs. cry
I guess I'll just go listen to more depressing songs then... sad
Sometimes I wonder how he can be so happy if I'm dying on the inside...
I dream in darkness
I sleep to die
Erase the silence
Erase my life
Our burning ashes
Blacken the day
A world of nothingness
Blow me away
Her lips were red, her looks were free.
Her locks were as yellow as gold,
Her skin was as white as leprosy.
The NITEMARE life-in-death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Mary had a lamb
His eyes black as coals
If we play very quite, my lamb
Mary never has to know
As deep as the ocean,
As vast as the sea.
The love that I give you,
Comes right back to me.
 Annabella Goddess Of Ice · Sun Jan 14, 2007 @ 09:48pm · 0 Comments |
