myselfwhen i try nothing happens and when i don't, absolutely nothing happens
something needs to click
i feel as though I'm missing whatever is right in front of me
untitledhere i am.. theres lots of food on my plate but all i can do is watch my lemonade condensateuntitled
the high-pitched ringing in my ears
is just a reminder that you two were just here fighting and yelling it seems like all you do the only time shes not mad is when shes not with you the phone, I'm afraid to answer, but it always rings because all it is is about bills you haven't played and such things get it together she wont be there forever not to fall back or rely on
someday that trust will be all gone what are you going to do then? i know you'll just be in debt again
bruisedThe cries for help, you will not hear,bruised
and never will you see me shed a single tear. I say Im not holding it inside, I've got nothing to hide. But in truth Im consumed in fear. Coming home hoping no ones there. When i arrive, i quickly collapse, I cant relax. Im so sick of being here. My bruised stomach is blacker than night. My ribs, they're cracked I cant breathe. My wrist, its stained a crimson red for days, and the mark of your fingers on my arms,
slowly begin to haunt me. But no one else but me, will get to see these things. No one else, except fo
Hurtthis is the last timeHurt
you'll ever see me again Im going to run so fucking far away you wont remember my name my face my scent
some memories fade but some scars you cant forget when they stare back at you
as far away, as you try to get
some scars fade but some memories you cant forget
haunting you in your unconscious mind
and you stay longing the day that you wake up dead
Dear, Play Me A SongYou lost me somewhere in between the black and white keys I haven't felt a thing in years. But.. as your fingers dance across the onyx and ivory. A small spark blazes inside of me.Dear, Play Me A Song
A fire of memories rushes to my head. I try to savor it before the fire dies, and the memories go back to where they hide,
but moments before the song is finished, the fire inside of me is soon diminished.
Frustrated
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Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein
Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein
~Engel, Rammstein
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Adam Shmadam
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---Being unfinished can be the final piece---
Remember your darkest hour only lasts sixty minutes. You will make it through, just don't give up, nor give in.
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