Saturday, June 14, 2008

• Currently Listening So Wrong, It's Right By All Time Low Six Feet Under The Stars see related

  she sits across from me.
  lights a cigarette, inhale. exhale.
  this conversation is inevitable.
  "i'm ready to die."
  "why?"
  she's beautiful.
  she's intricate.
  she's broken.
  "this life is worthless."
  "only if you make it."
  why would she feel this way?
  i'm right here, can't she see that?
  i'm trying to make her believe.
  "i've made this life the best i can."
  "then what's the problem?"
  she's struggling, she's fighting it.
  the high you can't come down from.
  it's not fair to see her this way.
  "this is my problem."
  "i can fix that."
  her arms are bruised and bloody.
  she's stuck on a fixation of pain.
  nothing can take her away.
  "i don't believe you."
  "did you ever?"
  i take her to the nearest bathroom.
  i wash away all the pain.
  i'm trying to make her believe.
  "why are you here? you don't even know me."
  "but i'd like to."
  for the first time tonight, she smiles.
  god, she's beautiful.
  i think she's starting to believe me.
  "you're the only one around, why?"
  "because i've been there before."
  she smiles again, and kisses me softly.
  there's nothing in the world i wanted more.
  maybe she could fall for me too.
  "ow, this hurts."
  "only for a minute. it'll help."
  she's real, she's rare.
  god those eyes, they're beautiful.
  i wonder what they've seen.
  "im leaving in a few minutes."
  "i know, let's get your things."
  i'm not ready for her to go.
  i love her, she knows it.
  but i know i'll see her soon.
  "this isn't easy, i don't want to go."
  "you'll be back soon, i'll be here waiting."
  she sighs, she starts to cry.
  i hold her tight, i'll always hold her tight.
  she needs me.
  "you're what i'm missing."
  "i'm always staying."
  the girl at the station, the girl with the smile.
  a moments temptation to stay for a while.
  

  baby, those eyes..they take me away.
  
  
  
  I WROTE THIS.
  STEAL IT AND I'LL MURDER YOUR ASS.
  
  

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• i can tell by the sound of your voice
  that you probably slept in your clothes again
  and havn't left the house all day.
  You're writing in your diary about how things just
  never seem to work out and this time came closer
  than ever before to you falling on your sword.
  But tomorrow is another day.
  Chin up kid, never say die and
  don't let them see you cry.
  
  
  

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