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Ok... I'm feeling very blank and dissapointed. I'm also feeling slightly uptight. There's been an uprising against using others work. I'm worried that you'll get out of shape with me.
Oops the eyes come for me Well what will be will be Papaeye Time for me to die Don't know where to run I'll take this as some sort of fun As I don't know where to turn Oh feel the burn Yeah call...
I wish I was engaged to Opuss, We'd get on without a fuss. No domestic issues, Then Opuss, I'd never miss you. We care for each other dearly, And so I ask sincerely: Can I marry this paw print app.
I take little pleasure in being unkind. I don't particularly like being cruel. But one thing I like far less than both, is being taken for a fool.
I'm getting tomorrow, what I want today. I'll be there tomorrow, but I'm arriving today. I'm having a party today. Birthday is tomorrow. I'm opening my presents, but christmas is not today.
YOU TELL ME THAT YOUVE GOT A NEW MAN HES SENSITIVE AND HES KIND HE BRINGS YOU FLOWERS ON A SUNDAY AND LISTENS TO WHATS ON YOUR MIND.
I feel so hollow, And I realize I have no self respect. I realize that I tell myself that all of these guys truly like me, They want to be with me. But they don't.
There are so many things to do, places to go, people to meet. There are people to love, people to hate, people to hurt, and people to help.
Can you listen... To what you dont hear. Can you loose... What you hold dear. Can you take... A risky chance. Can you hold... Your perfect stance. Can you make... Amends. Can you start...
The ghost in the corner, that is me. Never noticed, and never seen. Try to join in, to be part of the "crew", But I'm never remembered, I'm a slave to you.
I always feel... Constantly shit. I always want... To quit. I always say... I'm alright. I always do... What is right. I always see... Needless violence. I always hear... Deadly silence.
Friends tell you their secrets Friends are meant to share Friends are meant to cheer you up, What happens when they’re not there. Is it hard when you don’t have Someone to lean upon.
You're a empty, clear shell, Containing nothing, that I can tell. Maybe you should be filled. Not high enough to be spilled. Perhaps with something smooth, Not that I've anything too prove.
I can't remember how it felt, Can't remember your touch. I know at some point it felt so good That I used to miss it so much. I can't remember when I last cried Can't remember the reason why.
Gaze into the mirror, The reflection's not my own. The dark long hair beforehand, Acquired greyish tone.
Dancing, prancing Playing tricks The Devil inside Is a nasty mix Poking, prodding Making fun As mad as men In the mid-day sun Don't mean to hurt Or make you cry Just a voice Deep inside.
This Sunday night feeling Just getting me down Another Monday calling So quick to come around But got no choice No money= No food Still doesn't help To lift my mood I don't want to wish My life...
I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't even think you'd recognise me anymore. I've changed because I am not human. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I feel content in the melancholy.
Don't worry, I'll try to keep on smiling. As much as life may hurt me, I'll carry on trying. I hCan you save me. Can you save me from the nothing I've become, come and find me, I need you here.
words cannot describe what I feel inside whats happened to all my pride.
I'm like a tortoise, slowly I get coaxed out of my shell and for a while I enjoy myself, then something happens and I shoot back in to my shell.
After a night of excess, Payment is due. Stomach is angry, Forehead is too. Reach for the tablets, Numbing the pain. What did I do. Dehydrated brain.
My face has changed since I left, Perhaps reflecting my heart's new cleft, My eyes have lost their shine, Perhaps because of hands no longer entwined, My mouth is not turned up at the sides, Perhaps...
They call me dark and evil. From the black firey depths of hell. Sometimes they even say the devil. Maybe true but wont be able to tell. Lips of poison that I make. Me who feeds on life and death.