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The Bright Side Of Suffering [13 Jan 2010|01:12pm]

[ mood | crappy ]

Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your cry for inspiration.
Never reaches ears on distant stars.
And every night our lonely planet.
Slides across the universe.
And I won't pretend I understand.
Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your death by information.
Won't disturb the peace on distant stars.
And even when you lock the doors.
And slide behind the unlit shades.
None of us are strangers anymore.
Fall asleep with the windows open.
Come to me with the worst you've said and done.
You'll close your eyes and see me.
A little death makes life more meaningful.
I stand no chance at all.
Please, sleep my darling, sleep.
Your car crash in slow motion.
Won't upset the pace on distant stars.
And one by one the years of our lives.
Stumble as the moments pass.
So please hold on.
So fall asleep with the windows open.
Come to me with the worst you've said and done.
You'll close your eyes and see me.
A little death makes life more meaningful.
I stand no chance at all.
Please, sleep my darling, sleep.

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[08 Jan 2010|07:30pm]

I guess nobody ever really does mean to fall in love. But it happens, and love brands itself on your brain. it's like a new street appearing overnight in the city you've lived in your whole life. The street is one way you can't turn around and get off it and it curves up ahead so that you can only see far enough to know that you're heading into the unknown.
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[12 Apr 2008|08:01pm]
cutest/ fav coldplay song??
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[12 Apr 2008|07:48pm]
cute songs for a boys i like cd
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[10 Mar 2008|10:50pm]

[ mood | hopeful ]

Hes 30.
Im 18.

We live 244 miles apart.
He lost his license in a DUI.
I was diagnosed with seizures so I cant drive.
We both REALLY REALLY LIKE eachother..
Lyrics,quotes,anything on we can make it,
I really like you [not love]
all i think about is you
i want you in my bed.. or any romantic stuff...

I'll help you out with your lyrics requests
and make you e-cookies!!

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tattoos [07 Dec 2007|09:44pm]

please delete if not allowed

hi everyone

two requests!

1. everyones favourite lyric/saying to give me inspiration for a tattoo

2. the above but specifically for wrists/feet and preferably a one liner!

many thanks!
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[24 Nov 2007|09:28am]

does anyone know any quotes or lyrics about finalkly realizing what you deserve or want and its not him or something along those lines?
thank you :)
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[16 Nov 2007|10:52pm]

im new :)
lyrics on realizing life goes on without him
short quotes
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reequest [15 Nov 2007|09:54am]
does anyone know any songs about wanting someone you can't have
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[30 Oct 2007|11:26pm]

Steady as the way I slept
with that someone else next to me
I sometimes want to breath in deep
and pull apart these tiny wrists
and sometimes when I'm driving home
I just want my sight to go
careen over white pavement lines
stop everything
stop for nothing

A month or two ago it came
to me that I'm on the last page
to a chapter of my life
where I don't know what to write
Yes this is happening
fleeting, failing, falling from me
are all the hours spent alone
without reply
without commotion

In no time I'll be gone
done with numbering the days
I'd walk alone to my grave
so you wouldn't have to bury me
changed with age but haven't changed
the ways of dealing with the pain
hide it wherever it fits
my guitar's strum
my scarred up skin

And in just weeks Christmas will pass
Thanksgiving and Halloween
children will be missing these days
but to me they're all the same
minutes could be all that's left
seconds between life and death
and all we come up with to do is
sell our souls
sell out ourselves

In no time I'll be gone
never here far as you knew
but my words will be left behind
the wall I had built years ago
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[29 Sep 2007|05:43pm]

Get pAID.........LEGALLY!!!!!!!!!!!
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[23 Sep 2007|03:11pm]

[ music | Just enough to love-Bayside ]

In her figure I've instilled a taste of my own

To make it easier to take what life I'm owed
As the curse has returned from the hell of your
Heart and your soul

"But are you going to kill her off?"
"It's not your decision. I love the character, she stays."
"Yeah, well the only thing love's done is put you in this position; I say kill her off!"
"Yeah, but you say a lot of things... and how does that work? You're a bicycle"

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[21 Sep 2007|03:54pm]

i need the ULTIMATE

i love you, im in love with you, we're perfect for eachother,
you're the only one for me... etc LYRICS

"I just want you close. Where you can
stay forever. You can be sure that it
will only get better. You and me
together, through the days and nights
I don't worry cause, everything's going
to be alright. People keep talking they
can say what they like. But all i know
is everything's going to be alright"
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[19 Sep 2007|05:31pm]


leave your screen name & we'll see!!!! :)
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[25 Aug 2007|05:46pm]
what are good dance songs??
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[18 Aug 2007|02:58pm]


my name is krystle i entered a contest haha please vote for me! i could use all the help i can get! thankx :)
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[03 Aug 2007|10:20am]

I'm so excited
Look what you do to me
I just can't hide it,
You've got me burning up
I'm about to lose control and I think I like it,

lyrics/ short quotes on being really excited.
my exboyfriend/bestfriend is comming to town at the end of the month.
and it will be our first time meeting
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[03 Aug 2007|12:22am]

new screen name;


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Brand New lyrics [02 Aug 2007|06:24pm]

[ mood | flirty ]
[ music | Himerus and Eros-Spill Canvas ]

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire.
But it's nothing new. I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat.
Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on.

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
So call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught
and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and I woke up with a shiner.
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back
with a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head.
This dark and quiet bed felt like the middle of nowhere.
We beat each other up just like we always do.
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.

Call homicide. Take the case to court.
Her lips taste like a loaded gun
and I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor.

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup.
You're always made up.
And I'm sick of your tattoos,
and the way you always criticize the Smiths... and Morrissey.
And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up.
This is the first song for your mixtape.
And it's short just like your temper,
but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool...

So leave your lipstick at home.
Don't pick up the phone.
Don't bother to look in my direction.
I should have seen it all along.

Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.

As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.

So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.

And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever

And it comes down to you.
Never and ever.
Wrecked his day with looks and flirts
and midnight in your shortest skirts.

Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.

Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.

Stop the circulation to my legs and break my bones.
Dateless and late, I'm better by myself at home.
Past the point of trying, and I'm dying here.
Secondary. She laughs at every word I know came out completely wrong.

Passed out on the overpass
Sunday best and broken glass
Broken down from the bikes and bars
Suspended like spirits over speeding cars
You and me were kings over the parkway tonight
And tonight will go on forever while we
walk around this town like we own the streets
and stay awake through summer like we own the heat
Singing "everybody wake up (wake up) it's time to get down"
(everybody, everybody wake up its time to get down)
And when I pass the bottle back to Pete
on the overpass tonight, I bet we laugh

Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking from head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.

You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
"This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.

"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for sss...

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.

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[01 Aug 2007|09:42am]

Stupid Request.
Songs about the Heat. in the summer?
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