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hey thank you for stoping bye i hope you like it
hey guy , girls or whatever you are . hows it going yes i'm not gay and i know i look like it FUCK YOU i'm into hard core ... but i love emo and screamo stuff .. right now my fav. band is (taking back sunday) and (finch) |
This is the end result of so many meetings at late night dinners with no one eating, we sit in corners and sip burnt coffee, count the tiles up on the ceiling, lets skip the pretense and cut straight to dying, just dont beg me to keep your eyes from crying, you said so much without even parting your lips, its past 3am and i'm still far from sleep,
and this is a habit i cant break, you're my only company, i'm skipping stones down a suburban street, street lights flicker like this match in my hand,it was begging to strike,
I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving, flat out of change now and i'm sure you won't accept the charges, she keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die" its hurting so much more to stay alive now, shes gonna find out how much it hurts to die she laced her perfume up with death, i feel it in my lungs, so i'll pull in the deepest breath and drop my head
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life
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
the one thing that I cannot give.
(Did you ever see that one person
and the way they do these things
and it hurts you so much it's like choking choking choking
down the embers)
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I can give you death with the look upon my face.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no regrets;
you don't deserve good bye.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no good bye.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your
lifeless hand.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
(Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
You let this one person come down in the most perfect moment.
And it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is
A reminder of what I'll never have
I'll never have... I'll never...
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
But this table for one has become bearable.
I now take comfort in this, and for this, I cherish you.
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great place.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
And you let this one person come down, come down.
I cherish you...I cherish you.
Just say you would do the same for me.
Just say you would do the same for me.
Say you would do the same...
Just say you would do the same for me.
For as much as I love Autumn,
I'm giving myself to Ashes.)
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