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| Help me if you can
It's just that this,
is not the way I'm wired
so could you please,
help me understand why
you've given in to all these
reckless dark desires you're
Lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on the faultline
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this
Why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess
why would i wanna wash you
Disconnect and self-destruct
one bullet at a time
What's your rush now
everyone will have his day to die
Medicated
drama queen
Picture perfect non-belligerence
Narcissistic
drama queen
Craving fame and all its decadence
Lying through your teeth again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about it, put it on the faultline
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this
Why do wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess
why would i wanna wash you
Disconnect and self-destruct
one bullet at a time
What's your rush now
everyone will have his day to die
They were right about you
They were right about you
Lying to my face again
Suicidal imbecile
Think about, you're putting it on the fault line
What'll it take to get it through to you precious
I'm over this
Why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess
Over this, over this
Disconnect and self-destruct
one bullet at a time
What's your hurry
everyone will have his day to die
If you choose to pull the trigger
Should your drama prove sincere
Do it somewhere far away from here | | |
| I need a change
Not to immitate, to irritate
All the world to hate
Maybe late
Always sing together all day without you
I guess it's fate
I live in a cemetary
Full of good will and integrity
I have no specialty
Here's your warning
I'll give you click click boom
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
(intrumental)
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate
I live in a cemetary
I need a change
Not To immitate, irritate...
end song.....begin talk......i lived in a cemetery. until the day that you stole my right to die. i never wnated to die young. but after awhile i learned that what i would do. thats what i would become. it would be right and final and fine. everything would work out after that. all the pieces would fall into place. it would give people hope. something to fight for. let people move on around me and not let me be a reminder of giving up or failing. and you stole that. i want to blame you for this so i will. this is the one thing i will accuse you of. i was fine with dieing young. dieing soon. now i know i cant. now i know that i should never die. if not for the simple reason that all the reason i had convinved my self of before.....you shot down and made me realize were wrong. and for the other fact that if i died...a piece of you that i wish the world could see. the most beutifulest of all things.....might die with me. | | |
| you wish me dead....well so do i. i wish i could walk away like you want me to , and i wish i could just forget all that you want me to. and some times i even wish we could go back to being what we were before. but i guess im just to weak....or to strong to just give up or make that kinda change. oh well. and im truely sorry. but tuff luck kid, i love you. | | |
| so just give me what i came for, and then out the door again......
so i had this horrid dream about fucked up shit again. and at intervals i really wish i would had been able to wake up. and it tried but its like being stuck underwater and being held there by something so much stronger then you. no way out....no way up.....only down,deeper, further into it. alyse was there. and like always she was close to the source distress in the dream. yet at the same time.......right there at the end of the dream.....she saved me.
how can something feel so strong. so right. how can my feelings for another person just....surperceed the norm. i feel like its like over extending my self. im really waiting for it to snap and come back at me. yet this time i really seriously hope it dosnt. love......it should have been longer and fuller.....then maybe it would be easier to define. | | |
| sick and sore. trying not to drown in a sea of your own doubts. cigerette after cigerette keeps coming and going. they let out there smoke signals to say its time for another. waiting for the release thats due to me. im waiting for my halo to choke me. you say im selfless. i say im just stupid. i say im just trying..........trying to let do and redeem. | | |
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