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I dont need you. Ive already found someone better [01 Jan 2007|08:52am] [ mood | determined ] [ music | blood for blood ] SO COMMON, SO CHEAP. Fucking your pussy was like fucking the wound from a shotgun blast... With gang green! Sorry ladies but this song goes out to all the guys out there that have been fucked over by that lie known as love Bottoms up. Looking back at all the times we had, I wish I could tell ya' that they weren't all so bad. But in the end we were just wasting our time, Yeah I knew what you were but I was out of my mind. Lost my mind... I knew you were common when we started this thing, So very common with you're everyday dreams. But I was desperate for a heart of gold, So I took a chance and I came in from the cold. Life's so cold... Let me let you in on a secret fellas if she sucks great cock she's a pro and if she spreads on the first date she's a hoe I oughta' have my fucking head examined for screwing with a skank like you. But it wasn't like I really felt for you, I was just cold and empty through and through... I thought you were something but you proved me wrong. Money is your only god, what a tired boring old song. Just another coward out to sell your soul but it just goes to show that Nothing in this world is forever. And people are all the same. And there's no such thing as love. It left me choking like a candle in the cold hard rain. But there's just one thing I never told ya. You're numb fucking broad You were so common, you were so cheap, Another coke snortin' slut from the barroom scene. But brother, I was so empty, I was so blind, I turned my back on the truth before my very eyes. 'cause sister, you could have been anybody. You could have been anyone. All I needed was anybody, All I needed was anyone. Check this out I was cold and empty and your body was warm You could have been one of those fucking blow up dolls for all I fucking cared Thanks for the fucking memories you fucking sow! Your like a 2 gauge shot gun ___Wake up put your heart where your mouth is

remember: no matter what you do in life...your still shit in my eyes [31 Aug 2006|05:29pm] [ mood | annoyed ] [ music | saves the day ] So this entry is pretty basic. you pick a section of it that sounds most like YOU. NOw i know people are going to be like "oh you think your so perfect you arrogant prick!" and yes. you would be right. i am both arrogant and i am a prick. so thats where im going to start with myself. Me IM A COMPLETE DOUCHE! lets start with that. i have an opinion about everything even if i have no idea what the hells going on. I see people for the bad almost always and the good just about never. Im a hypocrite like none other. i have a hard time trusting anyone and even harder time believing what people say. I take more time to point out others flaws before i recognize my own. I like to blame others for my own problems.I dont care enough, about just about anything. And the problem with that is, when i do care, is when i get hurt the most. I Wont leave myself open for pain. which intern makes myself very scared to trust people. I believe people easily. I dress poorly (just thought id through that in). I hate being wrong. i hate seeing those who have what i want most.and let me tell you something...I WOULDNT CHANGE A THING!!!! i may be a asshole douchebag but atleast im willing to say what my problem is. if you see something that you think describes you a little too close thats because its probably about you (please keep in mind im thinking of everyone) Your either a Have or a Have Not.... or maybe even both. I know why you try to pull me down Misery loves company I refuse to be buried alive with you I won’t let you drag me down into the grave motherfucker I refuse to be buried alive with you Did you think you’d die alone? The Haves A dyer need to be excepted by those who would sooner take your things and leave you for dead. you seem to think that no matter how much they kick you they will eventually stick out their hands to help you. they wont. I promise. theres a reason why were friends. your more then just average. You say you follow your heart, that you dont follow what they say. Then why do you play the game? if you left without your mask you think youd be naked. You can dress a whore how ever you want, shes still a whore. you take for granted every ounce of love you were ever given. some of us should be so lucky. I have been cheated on,lied to, and fed the biggest piles of shit by some of the peopld i have cared about the most. and from that i know. get used to it. it hurts. and it doesnt get easier. just more numb. and less trusting. so tkae what you have and make something of it. dont just bitch about how your nothing is never enough. because i promise there is someone who has it worse and is complaining less. What do you call a person without character? without integrity? without loyalty? without respect? I call that person a fucking waste of my time. The Have Nots seems as if your look should say it all. and it does. which is what you always wanted. you dont look like you used to. but i guess none of us do. You inhail bad idea's and exhail stupidity. if i didnt feel like i have to listen to it i wouldnt. time after time you talk about them as if they knew the answers. how bout looking inside youself. you can rot all you want inside that shell youve made. You go with people to places where the point of it is to dress as something your not and pretend your somewhere you can never be. how bout instead of trying to find somewhere else to run and find new problems, you concentrate on the place you are. you wanna get out so badly, but you dont put the effert in to get out. you can stay there all you want, but dont drag me around by the false hope youve put around my neck. yourselfish and you have no idea. you havent learned a thing from all thats happened around you. you havent learned that they arent important. your intensions are good, but your sense is not. working for what you have is hard. never take for granted what you are given. Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights As cold as those first nights alone As the second best he'll become Sleep deep, girl, dream well That night, I think he cried himself to sleep Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do Just sleep, girl, just dream well Wake up put your heart where your mouth is

A letter to the editor [11 May 2006|03:43am] [ mood | creative ] [ music | converge- two day romance ] just stop and look at your life take a long hard look you say you want something you say you want it so bad you can taste it but your not willing to try your not willing to put in the effort that it takes then you go and say how your life isnt what you want it to be that it could be "oh so much more" well how bout you get up how bout you do something about it life is what you make of it and right now your kicking dirt around you wait to see if itll get done maybe someone will come along and bail you out maybe someone will come and tell you that its not as hard as it seems well sometimes it is sometimes things are as hard as they seem get used to it if you cant handle this your not ready to be anything more then what you are all your make up all your clothes all your scenes wont hide you wont protect you they are your weakness they are what hides you from what you are its easy to pretend to be something or someone else its a bit harder to make a life for yourself dont let people change you its no surprise to me that you let others walk all over you your next tattoo should say "welcome" across your forhead or chest why dont you get it together now, failure's not flattering ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ive kissed creation and watched it fall and in that moment we had seen the worst but after the wake we clear this ash tilt towards the sky and wish for on this day we celebrate st.valintines slow demise his feathers plucked his flesh burned in the name of love he cried for more so give me more give me more paper burns and memories fade those who lost those who lied we give thanks their lives thier empty lives would not be in vien doors open and im left these markings this flesh i gave to you ill give to you so stand and deliver give them what you promised give them what i had give them what they wanted today we watch the fire tomorrow we wonder why ill lay waste to this word to this love to our hope Your like a 1 gauge shot gun ___Wake up put your heart where your mouth is

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