after eight years of friendship seven years of 'will they, won't they?' six years of kind-of five years away four years of maybe three years as neighbors two years as strangers and one phone call that ended with "Stay in touch"...
I'm an alcoholic I sleep and dream of drink I don't care to show it I don't care what your think, Come we'll have a party at mine Come, and don't forget the wine It doesn't have to be good wine It could be anything It can be anything..
cause I'm an alcoholic I don't care what I drink could be sweet could be bitter ah, bitter's much too sweet! Lets talk about dear ol' you and all the boring things you do what goes into my ears I lose your story's only good with *****, Oh it's incredible; It's unbelievable!..
Oh, what a symbiotic relationship you get to be holy I get to go down with the ship, Musicians play a dreary tune I've emptied most of your perfume We start with two and end with none I think I've had myself some fun Yes I did, I think I did..
It's gotta be demonic this possessive urge but you know when I'm on it I don't feel the purge, The world is a merry ol' place I think I'm in love with my face Come sit down, admire my face Come sit down, don't be a disgrace You stupid cow, you filthy dog..
Ah, where's the logic? we're not made of it You think I'm neurotic I think you're incredibly fit, You wanna show you wanna prove But I already know the truth from worried man the missing link that leads to blissful ape is drink. So have a drink, lets have a drink..
Black White White and black Search for a hint of color But they ran away with you Search for my tears Look for my smile But it’s nowhere to be seen Not without you Funny how I can take Longer sips of my cigarette Funny how nothing Can make me move as fast Funny how my pain Has changed shape now Funny how my pain Looks like our silhouette Or maybe like the ashes I dust in the astray Or the fallen pieces Of the far past Funny how nothing deserves my care Funny how I can only stare Why ain’t the world fair Why aren't you near
Wash away my sins Im the devil in the angels garden unbound me from this guilt I am creation of my own catastrophe I will let my scars bleed dry I will my screams suffocate the silence I will embrace the my wild and burn for my truth.
And if I had a backspace button to erase every word you ever planted in my mind Every lie about loving me Every stone they spat that aimed at ebbing away at my existence Every kiss I got from poisonous lips Every snake that slithered into my life and out leaving despair I'd erase until there was nothing left But in life that luxury doesn't exist, but I'm still the author of this story So I aim to ink every page after with words,feelings and thoughts that defy those that stained my pages in tears and blood. Because for every lie, deception and hate that filled pages and left no room, the light inside me that I somehow generated from the desire to overcome, to grow and to be happy will fill a thousand pages more....
we all have **** we want to forget , we wont to undo , never meet or just done right want to pretend never happened, but we cant do that . So its either let it **** us up or overcome it.....
It’s been two days since I saw your name My heart falls into my stomach whenever I do. I turn to my crutches and hope they fill the hole inside me. They don’t though Very few things do anymore. Writing helps, though I shouldn’t indulge this emotion. Not like this. It’s been two days since my soul rebelled. I hope it comes home soon. My body can’t sustain
Apologies for this. I had to get it off my chest though. It’s this way, *** or stronger things. It would appear there isn’t enough *** in the world anymore and I’d prefer to not dive down that other hole again.
Suicidal tendencies; Man are they hard to shake. I guess its kinda ******* to wanna take Ur own life Away. To me its just part of most days. I look at living as a silly little game. Constant effort to trasmute the pain, To shut off my brain So that I can simply Exist. A 44 n a flick if the wrist, Or score sum more n slip into bliss. Make sure she's got no sores on her lips Before planting another ***** with that first kiss. A vertical slit of the wrists I've thought often of the many many ways To cross off the list. But really, when I take my own life If i decide in a monent of emotional feedback so loud it drowns out my natural effervescence It'll be from taking flight. Cause u know how much I like to get high N how hard I *** down. Ear to ground Still listening for the secret N searching for the sound. I get lost n then found Then lost Again I really don't have any friends Just acquaintances I don't remember what day it is But I sure can feel the pull of the moon I love these orange pressie pills, I start nibbling at noon I used to believe in love, now my heart has no more room. Desperate doom. I'm such a romantic That I'm incapable of loving humans any more. More efficient to go ahead n make that score. My heart like a massive tree house so many floors. So many many ways in, All boarded shut If I was a girl they'd call me a ****. Cause I **** every night, my ***** mouth n ****. Cause I can never get Enuf of love. Thank god for drugs. Why is it that in Alaska no one hugs, Santa Cruz -- home of the pacifist banana slugs. No more war, I'm retired from battling History repeats itself Like a broken ******* record. My past is checkered, But not as hard as my future I'm going in deep with the drugs Working out all the bugs In this new system. Do u know what its like to b ****** on By the ones fr above. I'm smoothing out my pistons Ready to race. Beginning a new phase, Where no one gets my heart, not even me. A new start. Now wearing the glove, Cause I'm nearing the finishing lines. I've definitely had enuf of love.