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Kylie Wallen Nov 2013
Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel... can you feel my heart?

Can you help the hopeless?
Well, I'm begging on my knees,
Can you save my ******* soul?
Will you wait for me?

I'm sorry brothers,
So sorry lover,
Forgive me father,
I love you mother.

Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel my heart? [3x]

[3x]
I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.
I long for that feeling to not feel at all.
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.

Can you feel my heart?

Can you hear the silence?
Can you see the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel... can you feel my heart?
Blue Angel  Apr 2016
Drown-BMTH
Blue Angel Apr 2016
What doesn't **** you, makes you wish you were dead
Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper
And I can't take
One more moment of this silence, the loneliness is haunting me
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up

It comes in waves, I close my eyes
Hold my breath and let it bury me
I'm not okay, and it's not alright
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?

Who will fix me now, dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown
Who will make me fine, drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown

What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead
Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper
And I can't take
One more moment of this silence, the loneliness is haunting me
And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up

It comes in waves, I close my eyes
Hold my breath and let it bury me
I'm not okay, and it's not alright
Won't you drag the lake and bring me home again?

Who will fix me now, dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown
Who will make me fine drag me out alive?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown

'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own
('Cause you know that I can't do this on my own)
(Who will fix me now?)
(Who will fix me now?)
Who will fix me now?
Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown
Max Alvarez Dec 2015
I write this with tears in my eyes.
Not of anger or sorrow
But of love.
The tremble of my fingers smears the ink of my pen.
A memory I've kept so dear,
Like a child with his teddy bear-
An angel in a black tie-dye BMTH shirt,
The one I gave you.
You wore almost every time I saw you
You said it was soft.
You loved it so much.
I still remember every outfit you've ever worn.
When we first met:
The long sleeve HDLMS shirt, black pants, black vans.
Your hair was up in a bun,
One I've come to love.
You wore red lipstick,
Which you didn't know yet I loved so much.
Our first kiss at my job:
A black shirt, cheetah pants.
Your hair was still curled from your competition-
I thought you should have won-
You wore a purple-ish lipstick.
When it came time for us to leave, I picked you a flower,
You surprised me with a kiss.
God, that kiss from one of his finest creations.
That's when I knew we were meant for each other.
When I came to your house:
You wore that BMTH shirt, black leggings, white vans.
Your makeup was done
Your hair in a bun.
How beautiful you looked.
We sat outside
Talked for hours.
We looked at the stars and talked of god.
I knew he was real every time I looked in your eyes.
Your sister's birthday:
A metallica shirt with the sleeves cut, blue jeans, black vans.
You wore that same lipstick from when we first kissed.
We had dinner,
I had some beer.
We kissed.
I couldn't let you go.
When you came to my house:
I don't remember what you wore, only what you didn't.
I do remember that candle you dropped and how I told you to run.
That was fun.
The first time in Grapevine:
You wore a red flannel, a denim jacket, black pants, black vans.
We had dinner.
I had water.
I was sick, but you still let me sneak a kiss.
Photos under the mistletoe,
The first time I picked you up.
I got you that ******* you wanted.
The second time in Grapevine:
God I had never seen a sight so divine.
You wore bedsheets better than Kim wears Givenchi.
I couldn't keep my hands to myself
And you were okay with it.
I told you I loved you
And I meant it.
I still do.
I'm going to miss your eyes
Your smile
The way you looked at me when I made a smart-*** remark.
The way we play argued
And you let me nibble on your neck-
That made you giggle.
Our tickle fights-
How I adore your laugh.
The way you hugged me when you saw me-
I could tell you were true.
My other half,
When you read this I want you to know,
I love you more than the stars I hold dear-
More than the air that I breathe,
And oh how I love to breathe.
Te amo mi amor.
gray rain Jul 2016
True friends don't stab you in the front.

They punch you in the face and knee you in the solar plexus.

But that wouldn't fit in the song.
If you don't understand the first line listen to true friends by bring me the horizon
If you don't understand the second line I do ju-jitsu and accidents happen.
BaileyBuckels  Nov 2013
Music
BaileyBuckels Nov 2013
I listen to my music,
secluded and alone,
rocking out to MCR
and Black Veil Brides
Watching and waiting
for a chance to say 'hey'
Loving how I exist in
only the music world
Wake up to fell let down
buy family and 'friends'
and looking at you smile
every morning is killing me
more then it should,
making me want more BOTDF,
AA, BMTH, PTV, and SWS
jamming to all the trule in those lines
I dress in black
I listem to screamo.
Asking alexandria and
Bmth all day
But emo tho?
I dunno.
I like black alot.
I wear it alot
And  skinny jeans  are my best friend.
People tell me I'm emo
Like it's  a bad thing.
I think being emo is a beautiful  thing.
I dont cut.
Never will
But i stand down sometimes.
Being emo  should  be a privilege.
Its not bad.
If i am emo
Than i am strong
I have a spirit not rivaled by many.
I can endure being screamed at because i prefer it in my music.
I will grow out my hair because i can
And my band t shirts will hold their own special place in my closet.
If i am emo
Than so be it
But  i will not be slandered
For who i *am
Just be you <3
i am a screamer.
I love the beat of the drums. I love the high pitched screams. I love my bands. but somehow i am not accepted. I wish people could hear the beauty in BMTH's lyrics, the real talent that people  just push aside because the performance is different. I scream. I know how to do what i do. and it hurts that so many people hate on the art. The music.And the reason is that "screamo" saved me
Do not try to understand me
I am new.
Do not try to get close,
I bite.
but,
though I wear black
I am
proud
so I keep calm,
and listen to bmth
Saturday, March 14th and the time is precisely 10:30am.

      I'm an introvert but not really by choice. In most scenarios I just always had to learn to manage on my own and solitary became an addiction. Most of my Saturdays consisted of getting high and playing MKX and Call of Duty on my Playstation 4. Yeah, my life is
as interesting as watching wet paint dry.

     That Saturday was different. I walked about the mall with my best-friend Vad, who I hadn't
seen for ...two weeks maybe? Vad and I met in kindergarten but later reconnected in Jr. school. Him, Kofi, Adrian, and J were the most friends I had and even so, it was a rare occasion I got out the house to hang out. I hated parties but loved music; small events were definitely my thing.

    Vad's mom gave us the car for the day and we made our venture to the mall. The car ride to the mall consisted of us sharing what we've been doing during the time we haven't seen each other. Vad was doing pretty good; he had a new polo outfit complimented with a gold Rolex all from saved up money from working with his dad. I didn't really have much to say."I master prestiged in Ghosts." were all I had to offer. It caused a huge laughter between the both of us but a sense of seriousness was in the air. After the laughter he said he knows what I'm doing and I dapped him. Not much people were good at deciphering my crazy maze-like plans.

   I had already made two stops; the food court and FinishLine. Spinster, a music store, was my final destination. I'd been going to Spinster for about three years but this was my first time in I'd say three months. During my first two stops in the mall, Vad was MIA. Luckily, on my way to Spinster I spotted him at the Ralph Lauren store, "Of course that's where he'd be." I chuckled to myself under my breath as I watched him strain his scrawny arm.

  I browsed the rock section, only to be disappointed at BMTH's classic Sempiternal album not being there.
I had already bought the album but I wanted the actual vinyl to play when I got home.
"****!", I said impulsively.
I felt a million eyes land on me and that's when I realized Vad was missing again.
I scanned the room, spotting him at the counter. He was talking to the new countergirl  girl. She was light skinned with blonde hair, obviously dyed. Her cheeks were fat and covered in freckles or acne, I don't know. Light bulbs were highly inferior to her smile and then she caught me. She caught me! I started off looking for Vad and ended up scrutinizing this girl's existence! It was an awkward feeling and I quickly brushed it off and broke awkward eye contact. I couldn't find Sempiternal but I found SGT. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles. I carefully glanced at Vad, being sure not to even look at the counter girl. He signaled me to come over and I did, passing  countergirl the vinyl.
"Yo, this is my bestfriend Trá. Trá, this is-"

"She has a name tag bro", I said while quickly glancing at the tag reading,"Ana".

"So...The Beatles? They're music is nice.", she slipped in. I know they say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover but looking at countergirl, I mean Ana - I'd never think she listens to the Beatles. Something about her screams mainstream. Ironically, she could use the same saying for me with my hipster appearance.

"Yeah, they're my third favorite band what's your favorite song?" I asked, only testing her.
She smiled and said it feels like I'm testing her so I gave a quick glare, realizing how transparent my test was.

"Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds", she said as she passed me my vinyl and change. I chuckled and smirked because I watched her eyes scrutinizing the back of the vinyl. As I took my things, my eyes met with Ana once again and for a second, Vad wasn't near us but my thoughts aren't reality and he was still there, handsome and tall and captivating the eyes of Ana as my eyes scanned her aesthetic aspects. I stood there with a facade, smiling as Vad and Ana shared smiles. A sense of jealousy took over my emotions but I quickly suppressed it with memories from my past relationshit. Countergirl swiftly went from a goddess who's feet I'd kiss to just being countergirl.

Interrupting their conversation ever so politely, "It was nice meeting you Ana" is what I said as I made my way out the store motioning to Vad to let's leave.
Dutch  Feb 4
Kool-Aid
Dutch Feb 4
Don't drink Kool-Aid, listen BMTH instead

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