Hyper-realist, eccentric, disassembled and then put back together.
Maintaining composure. Batteries not included, but guaranteed or your money back.
Can be difficult, although mostly genuine. Emotional idiot, head on her shoulders, fanatic of sorts, about life, lies, the fever, the fervor, what you may, what have you, what you love most gets me off. I ask a lot of questions, if you don't mind. Like you: make art, live art. Friends may notice an interior that has been expanded, enhanced, and redesigned. For a limited time only. So, unless someone put me on Napster* I'm one of a kind.
Fuck, fuck, fuck this, fuck that.
I can't sit here and let me mind take over.
IM GOING INSANE, i don't wanna be alone anymore.
I just want someone to sit here with me.
Or just talk to me.
Just so i know there there.
Texting is not fucking cutting it.
Im done with all this bullshit, done with thinking people are my friends.
When shit gets bad, who is going to listen to me.
Doesn't matter, i got time for everyone.
And no ones got time for me.
I see how it is in the long run.
I can't stand this, i can't stand this.
Look what you have done, look where you are now.
Haha, does it feel good staring at the same thing for over an hour?
Feels so fucking good.
Least you should know i love you.
I wish you could end one phone call like that.
OR at least someone could say that?
Why is the most important thing to me at the moment.
Is your call ?
I don't want to do nothing else but sit here, by the phone.
Its already pretty late.
Not like i am going to sleep though.
Havent slept good since.... well in a while.
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So much controversy.
So little time, so much in the palm of my hands.
Oh how i would like to invite your hourglass over more often.
But i don't think i could handle anymore time slipping by like sand.
What about your stopwatch?
The secrets, the admiration, the strength, and the sadness.
The friendships and betrayal.
The emptiness of this house, is making me crazy.
The bottom of this bottle comforts me.
Just like you did.
But doesn't look like i can have you anymore.
And the fact that im still on his page makes me happy.
You could say a picture is worth a thousand words.
This one is worth a thousand meanings.
Meanings that were wrong, meanings that made me realize.
I guess for everything you do, you win only the slightest things and loose the most important.
The mindless way you control my mind, leads me to this.
What is this place?
I have been stuck here for to long.
But yet don't help myself. I thought you could, i helped you. Or at least i tried too.
I hope i did something, now you help me.
Is this the point of walking away, or maybe the point of finding out you let something go that was so important, so worth it.
Something you, for once in your life cared about, loved.
What a lose, what a decision.
I just had to "you" make up my mind for me.
Yet i can't let you go.
I just wish i could feel some sort of security again,
Could sleep, and not feel tired in the morning.
I just wish i didn't have to think anymore.
Bath's they are the only thing helping.
I just can't stop thinking.
Can't stop thinking about everything.
Expecially you.
And fuck, i really do wish that i could sleep.
Than again, sleep is for the weak"
Your pretty blonde hair is a mess against the wall, without all that makeup you don't have confidence at all. This gag might do the trick, stop your squirming and plead's your making me fucking sick. Not so tall there hunny without those heals, your calls and screams are pathetic no more than pig squiels. Thats all you are, and everyone like you. Pigs i say, pigs.
Only time will tell, lets just hope it's on my side this time. And time will help me choose the right decision.
"But I hope you think of me, when you roll over and your alone."
A inoccent girl, turned into a concieded waste.
Booze and smokes, sex and cheap purfume.
Your a mess and to think your smile once filled this room.
But i guess another drink to everything we know.
To the war we have been fighting inside ourselves.
Another drink to the fact we can't sleep at night,
To the stress that keeps us tossing and turning.
The tears that fall down your face,
To the pills you don't need to take.
You once were beautiful, but my darling.
You fell from grace.
You fell from grace a long time ago.
Sure you tried to pick up the pieces, you know its not working.
But still you still try.
Are you hands falling apart in the process, do your legs hurt to much?
I thought they would.
Your worthless and so is the eyes you see out of .
What do you explain is the meaning of happiness.
Waking up beside someone who cares or someone you love?
Leaving behind someone you love for something better?
A opportunity for a hope.
A hope for the opportunity.
I need to find what it is i am looking for.
And i guess that its not in this city.
Maybe getting away will help.
What is this world coming too, what am I coming too. I am a mess. This mirror doesn’t even recognize the face that looks into it everyday. My eyes are to dull to have a reflection. Or do I see what you see in the mirror. The daughter they loved, the daughter who no longer has a relflection. Yes, that happens to be me.
The things in life, don’t come so clear anymore. Right is wrong. Left is worthless. I’m driving in circles.
These paper thin clouds could tear me apart, im to transparent to even care. The sunlight is burning my eyes.
Can't you see me here?
