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Just like a woman... (bellas_letum) wrote in writing,
@ 2005-04-05 11:06:00
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    2 new Songs

    American Way

    In this American Day
    Life’s lived too fast
    You never care
    You don't even ask

    But it's my life too
    and It's not just you
    It's always sitting here
    With nothing to do
    This commercialism bullshit
    And my shinny new shoes
    Donna Karen, Tommy and J Crew

    It's anorexic models with double d tits
    Lines of coke and Acid hits
    Turbo Charged cars
    Outside the strip bars
    How these possessions
    Define who we are

    Our American Way
    Lives lived too fast
    We don't really care
    We don't ever ask

    No use in denying
    The man on the screen
    He couldn't be lying
    No, Not on TV

    Yet People are crying
    In far away lands
    Children are dying
    With our indifferent demands
    Yeah, they're easily forgotten
    Because they're easily lost
    Just like Americans
    To never question the cost


    Pistol Whipped

    You don't know it when you hurt me
    I don't think you even care
    You're just my fucking morphine
    You numb the pain but it's still there

    Now I'm pulled in close to you
    I guess it's karma at tenfold
    I should learn to learn my lesson
    You glitter but you're not gold

    I try to run away from you
    but there's no use to run
    in the end my mind's a trigger
    and you're the fucking gun

    Can't hide from the confusion
    I don't know why I have to try
    There's no hope of perfect endings
    When you love to make me cry

    I can't stand to say I'm helpless
    'Cause I know that that's not true
    i'm never quite so hopeless
    untill it comes to you

    I try to run away from you
    and there's no use to run
    in the end my mind's a trigger
    and you're the fucking gun

    There is no point in hiding
    It's only truth you know I know
    You're the same old wretched person
    So, why can't you let it show?

    My mind is like a trigger
    and you will be my gun
    there is no use in hiding
    but i can never seem to run


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