**sugar*pie**
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Dont Be A Creeper. Say Hi. I'm not shy.
BASICS
| Height: | 169 cm - 173 cm (5'7" - 5'8") |
| Weight: | 56 Kg - 59 Kg (121 lbs - 130 lbs) |
| Birthday: | April 16, 1992 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Dating: | Single and not looking |
| Location: | British Columbia, Canada |
| Join Date: | 05:52pm | Oct 28, '06 |
| Profile Updated: | 09:50pm | Dec 15, '09 |
| Last Active: | 11:06pm | Sep 23, '08 |
INTERESTS
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inLove
With every breathing moment it runs through my veins
Its venom poisons my skin and travels through my blood
Its what I live for
The rush of the imperfect cords and twisted melodies
Never has the feeling been so strong and powerful
Music is what I live for
Broken Record~
These scratches on my surface are deeper then they seem
Effect everything that I am and I've broken at the seams
The breaks and tears effect my sound and hide my inner self
These scratches on my surface are why I'm on the shelf
You don't hear me anymore is seems I've lost my beat
What did I do to be left out, I'm not a piece of meat
It seems whats left is broken pieces burried in a hole
Inside that cover I would hope to to cover up my soul
To show my scratches to the world would be a nasty day
And find that all withen myself, my pieces thrown away
To be discarded just like that would tear me up inside
I'd be more broken, beat right up, why am I still alive?
No one wants a broken record, something way too old
It seems they're hard to throw away and then they start to mold
Left alone for far too long, surrounded by these lies
Take out my broken record and hope I'm still alive
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These scratches on my surface are deeper then they seem
Effect everything that I am and I've broken at the seams
The breaks and tears effect my sound and hide my inner self
These scratches on my surface are why I'm on the shelf
You don't hear me anymore is seems I've lost my beat
What did I do to be left out, I'm not a piece of meat
It seems whats left is broken pieces burried in a hole
Inside that cover I would hope to to cover up my soul
To show my scratches to the world would be a nasty day
And find that all withen myself, my pieces thrown away
To be discarded just like that would tear me up inside
I'd be more broken, beat right up, why am I still alive?
No one wants a broken record, something way too old
It seems they're hard to throw away and then they start to mold
Left alone for far too long, surrounded by these lies
Take out my broken record and hope I'm still alive
To create a different life, one must shead their dreams,
The passing of a window created by their screams.
A burden on new life and scared upon its tears,
The clashing of the swords and the wooden spears.
The dawning of a new age and a forgotten soul,
The falling of my last day and a tale told.
The passing of a window created by their screams.
A burden on new life and scared upon its tears,
The clashing of the swords and the wooden spears.
The dawning of a new age and a forgotten soul,
The falling of my last day and a tale told.
Everything
with every tear that rolls down my cheek
I can hear your voice
even though we are miles apart
I can still feel you with me
i would cross every ocean twice
if i could be with you
i never felt like this before
i cant descibe it
it feels as if my insides have been turned out for all to see
but the safety of you in my life
casts aside all other thoughts
and protects me from harm
you are not my something
you are my everything
~Ainsleigh D[/color][/size]