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He makes me happy..
every rose has its thorn
He makes me happy..
No one understands me. No, not that person that forces herself to crack a smile every once in a while..I mean the real me the one who's got a war happening in her head. The one who always feels alone.
Seeing his perfect face staring straight at me. Suddenly I feel happiness and joy overwhelm me.. What is this feeling. I haven't felt this way in so long.
She gets home desperately looking for her beats, her minds all fuzzy and she has the eyes of the demon. She's faded, she's gone, she can barely feel the ground.
You see it's these late night thoughts they kill me. keeping me up all night as if sleep isn't important.
I hurt myself today just to see if I still feel.. -Johnny Cash.
he was reckless, and so was I. I had his heart, he caught my eye. it wasn't love, it wasn't lust. he had me and I has his trust.
I'm in love with a dead man; his name is Kurt Cobain..
waking up with tears in my eyes, was it a bad dream or do I always cry. can't help but think of all the good times we had, where have they gone. why have they died.
he was my johnny depp I was his janice joplin loving him was like some sort of toxin. I knew he was bad, I didn't care. I knew it would be dangerous But loving his was outrageous.
twinkle twinkle little whore society has killed you and many more. watching little girls confidence drop. when will the judging ever stop?.
Standing here eye to eye with the monster. The one who has hurt me inside and out. The one who drove me crazy. I wish I can escape it's presence. Slay it's words full of doubt.
"it's not that bad he told himself" take one puff I'm sure it'll help. as he inhales. cold air passing through his lungs. a couple of breaths later. he cant even feel, the pain is gone.
she was never the type to be sure of herself. she was the humblest creature you'd ever know. never crossed the line. never hurt a soul. till she opened her heart. and the walls came crashing down.
When your mind is so full of frustration it's almost hard to stay calm when you wanna take someone's head and bash it trough a wall.
be yourself by yourself was my motto. Never trusted a soul since he left me here bleeding. Wondering if I'd ever trust again, my heart remains untouched and my thoughts never seem to end..
Smoking herb to get my mind off things cause when I'm sober I feel the pain mary jane.
wanting that kind of relationship where led zeppelin is always playing in the background. that playful kind of lust where he wants you and you want him..
I say what I feel and feel what I say. I may not be the happiest. Cause in the end the good times never stay..
Skull prints and black clothes these things are what I wear the most, people say I look depressed little do they know my pain and stress..