| Goddamnit Cassie |
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| 03:25am 04/07/2005 |
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"I've got a dying urge to feel the way you do Too close for comfort, bed and breakfast in a spoon The shortest breath of your young life A long walk home on Friday night You made one last stop at the store
So close to perfect, swear to hell, thought it was you This bouncing baby boy's now turning baby blue I've got your pictures on my walls I've got a long list of calls I must make to your existing family
This won't take long, you said, I'm not going far Go wait in the car
I often wonder what it feels like to be you A mess like this stuck on your hands with crazy glue Ran out of time, no kiss goodbye Wish I could learn to let this sleeping dog die without lying to myself" -A3
"There's a hope in my head That's been cut and bleed Dry as your bloodshot eyes And there's smoke in the air And it's soon to clear Revealing our demise There are some who say That it's a-okay If it makes you feel all right It's just way too bad Now you're worse than sad All locked up there in side
And I don't know how you feel But I'll make you a deal If you'll make it out alive My shoulders and ears Are all yours my dear I Hope it comes as no surprise You've been known to say That you're a-okay When you're feeling sick inside I just want you to know I got no place to go Until the day you die
While you're waiting Be thankful for your fingers I'll be fading With the colors of your pictures 'I'm not crying wolf,' you whisper, 'I'm really dead this time... I'm really dead this time'
There's a hope in my head That's been cut and bleed Dry as your bloodshot eyes And there's smoke in the air And it's soon to clear Revealing our demise You've been known to say That you're a-okay When you're feeling dead inside I just want you to know I got no place to go Until the day you die
While you're waiting, Be thankful for your fingers, I'll be fading With the colors of your pictures 'I'm not crying wolf,' you whisper, 'I'm really dead this time... I'm really dead this time'
They locked you up They threw away the key Sutured your mouth shut Murdered your family Right before your eyes What could you do? Right before your eyes They took it all from you
Your contemplating You hanging from your ceiling Can't help hating You for having that feeling I'm not joking when I tell you I'd miss you all the time I already miss you all the time" -A3
Cassie bitch, you better read this and feel terrible about what you're doing. HaHa. Fucking call me ho.I know I gave you this site. I know you're reading this. Stalker. |
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| I blame David |
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| 02:07am 01/07/2005 |
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Dude, David, it's all your fault. This livejournal is probably going to become my new obsession, or something. Anyways, i'll have my revenge. |
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