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Sitting waiting for my screen to light up. They say the cups half full but mines an empty cup. Is this the way my life's going to be. Sitting on my own high up In my tree.
Searching, seeking, wandering, to find. Those secrets so safely hidden away in your mind. I count the mistakes I've made but I've lost track & time, learning from mistakes. Hopeful that's all it...
One step forward. Two steps sideways. If something's worth doing, better do it my way. Shiny black shoes, taking names making moves. Wallet full of money, paper to abuse.
Box full of matches, spark them light the blackness. The future's full of madness, I think we need some practice. I can be an actor you can be actress.
Another song of mine, I love writing songs, it makes me feel so much better. Don't worry darling you're not insane, don't worry about me, it will all be okay.
Sex and violence has lost it's charm. I need something to amuse. War is boring, it's not enough, I need a shock down to my shoes. Pedophile lust, tortured blood in the dust. Take all you can.
No sleep for the wicked. on soft tender feet. the night it does creep.
Jesus does'nt love me, so how can I love you. You tell me that you need me, but I don't think you do. Mother can't help me, I make my own mistakes.
Too fast, too hard in my entry, Was it something that I said. Or something I did. Or some other old cliche leaving trails of banana skins and slime, On it’s way with all the other rubbish.
Faithless... Under pressure of a god so faceless. Expected to walk in his shoes, dissapointed tuts, This is my faith i'm starting to loose.
I was once a happy man Laughing with my peers But now, thanks to salesman I cant do anything, cheers.
Palace Hotel is a place so far from the real world I equally want to run away and stay here forever.
What shall we use To fill, the empty, spaces Where we used to talk How shall I fill those final places.... How can I complete the wall.
It seems that my life seems so great, it seems that everything going on in my life is good. It seems like my life is perfect, but yet as perfect as it seems why I am not happy.
Walls are closing in. Time is running out. My mind is like a puzzle. To impossible to work out. Feelings now mean nothing. Emotions can't be shown. No matter what someone says.
If you think I'm worth my words, Like the fairies of old. Trust me, I am not, Nor am I worth my rank.
#Household @sjw I'm the household item, That you always overlook, Hidden in the corners, Concealing every nook.
I am god Bored of everlasting knowlege,knowing all before hand stuck like watching a mystery movie you have already watched over,and over.
Life is a brutal hole were sea’s are filled with crimson sins. As night was snuffed out by light it hid inside my body. Its rot infesting my body, devouring my soul.
Why does it feel as though I'm writing the same words Over and Over again. Why are my feelings Circling around The future, the now Same as then.
Is it my imagination Or have I finally found something worth living for.
You're there right. Watching us silently. As you know, with my eyes closed, I often ask you, what happen. Why did I become like this. Was I like this from the beginning. What was I like.
Lost in apathy and giving in to ease, an eternal hole inside so painful it brings a grown man to his knees.
Now come one. Come all to this tragic affaire. Wipe off that makeup what's in his dispaire. So throw on the black dress mix in with the lot. You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.