

I Call ShotgunI'm losing friends like I'm losing time, But what is time without these friends? And If I just cut off all these loose ends, Will my body survive the fall?I Call Shotgun
I'm fighting with myself all over again And these strangers, they aren't like before So lock me away for the second time today And let me grow out these sores.
I'll ignore you all until I'm sure I'm just fine Because these late nights drain my bloodshot eyes And did I ever mention my tired bones? Turn off the light, I'm at my best when I'm alone


As Far As You Will Go I havn't touched him since last summer,As Far As You Will Go
but I still remember the way it felt to have his cold hands meet the back of my head and I felt so small, like i couldn't stand on my feet and say no.
Now when I look back at all the times he pushed me around, I don't feel sorry for myself, because I think I made it all up in this sad head of mine.
I was the one who hurt him.
In march, or maybe it was april,
I stood there and screamed at him for all the things he had done wrong in life-
like falling in love with me. He told me to shut my mouth because what I said wasn't worth a thing to him any


Stealing Your Sunday summer glow, how'd it go? if i could only get to you and be your mail order best friend,Stealing Your Sunday
then we could spend the winter sharing the dreams we never had, and i would ask you, "is life really this sad?"
simmer of shimmer if i could only take your hand and we'd snap(snapsnap) photos
of the rain drowning our love-letters and we would make sure that by the morning the only thing that isn't soaked, is our lips. (but where's the point in that?)
for everything, you're everything if i could only show you that we are not so different and that the words you write are


Wish I had Your Moutha note for danny, the day i arrived here i locked myself in the school toilets and cried until it was recess. as i walked away from the smell of shit i remembered.. those inked letters above the mirror that said 'this was never my life' and i have never cried another day since then because i realised, they were never my tears.Wish I had Your Mouth
the day i met you i had never been in so much physical pain. i had blood dripping from my lip and you told me that i needed to get some help. i wasn't sure what you meant back then, but i walked all the way from the park to the hospital and as soon as i got there they t
I twitter words that make no sense. And I am deeply in love with myself- but only on my good days. I like to get angry a lot, and I think that isn't a good thing because when I get angry I also get very emotional and it's really hard for me not to cry. I cry a lot. I seem to be the kind of person who does the wrong thing and everyone is still okay about it. And I think thats sad. At times I try to say really meaningful things and wish that somehow those words would make there way into a book or a movie- and I could be the kind of person that nobody forgets. I like to pretend that I'm the only one who feels like this, who feels infinite and hopeless at the same time. |
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the best part about falling is getting to hit the ground.
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but trust me, I WISHED IT WAS LONGER!
So I am glad you got it
Well next time I will try my best to make it longer ^-^
Psst.
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Killing with a smile
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( it'sgonnabealright )
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