latelyrecently i feel strangely empty. i cant seem to write for shit even though i have so much to say. i think ive been pulled apart.
hope everythings ok.
Scarlett.
Neon Lights mean you are gone.Under fluorescent lights with my head against the window. My thoughts are carrying this train. I’ll write you this song as street lights blur my vision. The city is dirty and tainted like the impression of you. Is this the last time I can expect you to ignore my calls? Is this the last time I can expect you to piss on my dreams?Neon Lights mean you are gone.
Memories cement my mind. If I close my eyes I can drift back to the better days, My heart bleeds for the love, nights and music that would make my soul explode. If only I could rewind time as I fly past the neon lights and inky sky, And I would have lo
your so this summerI find it sweet you count in tracks. In a room theres only you and i have no idea why. I love the skyline when im in your car. Your music makes me high. The scenerys blurry. You, me and Taking Back Sunday are the only people alive. This is our world. Its not the place i knew before you. I feel so alive now. I want to scream with dizzy joy and shout out your sunroof and feel the wind in my hair. Im smiling to myself, its like my thoughts are emerging from your speakers.your so this summer
Your really special, did you know that?
If anyone could ever make me feel this good again i'd marry them. This music seems to be playing for u
a place i used to knowand nothing remains. i was wasting away while you were stabbing me with your words. turn it all around again. ripping off labels because im 'repressed'. im burning inside, so much to give. all this fire and where does it go. a disjointed mess, look what you've done.a place i used to know
am i pretty? i want you to want me.
your last words confirmed your over this. you say your coming over and ive heard it all before. only the invisible know how fucked up you make me feel. a desperate feeling and im reaching out to you. look what you've reduced me to, you have me marked, bullseye on my heart.
this isnt how it was meant to b
your face is everywhereAnd all the things I left behind Are all the things i'm desperate to findyour face is everywhere
I gave away everything and tore this to pieces, The precious thing we had built For every way you ever hurt me its only you who can put it right
So tell me what to do, and tell me why you left me here. Ive fucked everything up
Im creating a plan to get you back, Why do these words leave so much unsaid?
What do I do with myself now your really gone?
Didn’t mean to let you go Left you on the loose rope Now its round my neck Pulling it tigh
Forget MeForget MeForget Me
Maybe this is my way of running. Telling you to let me go, asking you to just stop caring. Why is it that I can't seem to just leave on my own? In all reality, I need you, and I know I need you. You’re all I have right now. Ok, so I have other friends, so I have a loving family.... so what? When all that matters to me is the care I get from you because you’re the one that shows it in the way I need, why even acknowledge that the rest exist? Hiding from them is easy, so why can’t I just hide from you? I used to be able to, you know that. I didn’t have to let yo
Sob For What They Did To YouI\'d love to strap her down to the bed And with a glimmer in my eye Torture every last confession out of her Have her bleed through her eyes And down her pale cheeks as she sobs She\'ll sob for what she did to you.Sob For What They Did To You
I\'d love to tie him spread eagle outside And smiling, strip him naked Pick a branch just for his strapping back Have him cry out his every last reason For ever touching you, ever using you He\'ll sob for what he did to you.
I\'d love to bundle them like goatskins And laughing lightly, as I ought, Slowly set the grass beneath them afla
Too LatePaper mache hearts made of cheap paper,Too Late
and crayola paints. A paper mache heart torn between two choices, and held back in restraint. And I know you don't like songs about love,
but what if one was written about you? And I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help that I do.
Too far in the relationship to take back the things said. Too late in the day to go back to bed. Too full of life to wake up dead. So full of lies; too hard to make a confession. So sick of asking the same questions. I woke up early, only to realize I already missed t
It's just me..I degraded myself a little more last night. Left my dignity by your bed.It's just me..
Tuned out. Turned on. And you are gone. And I am left with me again. Wondering what it was all for. Wondering if the used condoms are all i have to show of love.
If used condoms are all love will ever give me.
The boys like me because i dont mind the naked girls on our table He likes me because I leave his house when we're done without being asked. I just wait til he's asleep and i'm out the window or the door. Whatever strikes me best. The boys don't love me because i don't argue &nbs
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i am a conessieur of roads.
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i am a conessieur of roads.
you were picked by the lovely random deviant link
Just spreading some random love throughout the site
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
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.:.The opposite of the religious fanatic is not the fanatical athiest but the gentle cynic who cares not whether there is a god or not.:. - Eric Hoffer
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