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over a year ago
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The grass is greener over here
You're the fog that keeps it clear
Re-inventing what we knew
Taken time is all but true
You're the reason I feel pain
Feels so good to feel again.
Kurt cobain
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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The machine guns are roaring
And the puppets heave rocks
And fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it
But farewell, Angelina
The sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet
Farewell Angelina - Joan Baez |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Cold beer scalds my back molars… Cold beer fattens me up for depression and I use depression…
I will use this depression just like a weapon…And it’s aimed at me, and anyone who dares to come too close…
I’ve washed some feet… (I thought) I’d made it up…
I’ve kissed some feet but still they stomp on me… Tantrum!
Bedroom destroyed… Bedroom destroyer…
Framed faces bring spelled leaden guilt trips… I could smash those faces with my worthless tales of yesteryear…
Count yourselves as shit-heel fortunate… You don’t have to live with this; my asinine paranoid-trenches…
I’ve grabbed at hands… (I thought) they’d lift me up…
I’ve grabbed some hands but still they beat me down… Tantrum!
Bedroom destroyed… Bedroom destroyer…
I’m pulverized by…Fat, sloppy fears and…I’ve wrecked this room/deck, once again…But it doesn’t matter…
You won’t find me… I’m hidden in a black room somewhere…I’m the boarder of thousands…(Of) undisputed demons…
And I’m laying them on you thick-like…Because I’m a talker…And I’m a doer…
And I’ll devour this place, sober and d*unk Sober or d*unk…Hail to the king of the pillow and pill…
My screams scare the birds out of every single tree for miles…With a voice once heard but best forgotten…
Trapped inside a closet inside 30-rooms and half a mile…I grabbed a knife…But there is no fight…
I’ve grabbed a knife, but there’s no fight for me….Tantrum!
Bedroom destroyed…Bedroom destroyer…
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I'm working on my backwards walk
Walking with no shoes or socks
And the time rewinds to the end of May
I wish we'd never met, then met today
I'm working on my faults and cracks
Filling in the blanks and gaps
And when I write them out they don't make sense
I need you to pencil in the rest
I'm working on drawing a straight line
And I'll draw until I get one right
And it's bold and dark girl, can't you see
I done drawn a line between you and me
I'm working on erasing you
Just don't have the proper tools
I get hammered, forget that you exist
There's no way that I'm forgetting this
I'm working hard on walking out
Shoes keep sticking to the ground
My clothes won't let me close the door
'Cause the trousers seem to love your floor
I been working on my backwards walk
There's nowhere else for me to go
Except back to you just one last time
Say yes before I change my mind
Say yes before I
You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it
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If you've heard all they got to say
You looked but turned away
Walkaway, walkaway
If you've said all you got to say
And now the words just slip away
Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway
That's what they say, what they say,
what they say
You gotta walkaway
If you've played all the games they play
You played them yesterday
Walkaway, walkaway
If you've been, where they want to go
Seen all they got to show
Just walkaway, walkaway, walkaway |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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**Andy Black - We Dont Have To Dance**
(It's an amazing song, my fave of all time)
You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes.
Literal hell.
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you,
Let's never meet again
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Changing the cat box, baking the bread...
I shoulda been paying the bills instead of paying homage to an image
drawn from somebody else's head"
Wine Women And Song
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