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Blurty for ~*PRE-SHOW ur requisite 2 a celibate PUNKERSLUT*~.
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 |
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The question: does it matter? The answer: does it matter? . . . I keep ringing through my mind the same pointless argument. What if it happened? What would I do about it? What COULD I do about it? is it just the truth Im looking for that single one solitary instant of release. All this time is it womans intuition or is it just being mangled with insecurity. All this time has gone by and still I wonder. Countless nights I lie awake wondering if I was ever right... |
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| Monday, October 16th, 2006 |
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| . . . OFF TO WORK LOVES | ||
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| Monday, October 9th, 2006 |
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Him : Whats wrong baby? Me : I dont want you to work again tonight Him : Baby, we need the money. I thought you'd be happy I got another job... Me : I am, just...I feel like we're so far apart now, you're always working... Him : ...and you're always working Me : NO! NO! NO! (crying) I WANT YOU HOME, WITH ME, WATCHING THE MOVIES WE ALWAYS RENT I'M SICK OF NEVER SEEING THE END BECAUSE WE'RE TOO TIRED TO STAY AWAKE! I want to see a happy ending Him : Thats what Im here for, that's what Im always here for, I swear to God you'll have the happiest of endings, and everyone will be so jealous but wont be able to tare their eyes from the screen...I love you. |
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| Thursday, October 5th, 2006 |
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| I love morning Sex! | ||
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| Wednesday, September 27th, 2006 |
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 Everyone has their own way to start their day |
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| Thursday, May 25th, 2006 |
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Why do we feel In all of our glory The need to make eachother cry? To hurt To scar To break To Burn And the mothers will scream I did everything I could And the daughters will feel ashamed As the fathers just drink their solutions And the prom queens a cutter The goth goes to church And everyone prominades the lover Who never saw it coming When the walls all caved in And the promisory was left unsigned All along there's a girl sitting home Waiting to hear from a boy Who promised forever Though they all said "you'll never... "succeed at life in the end" Across all the phone lines A distant connection a gun is put back on a shelf A girl picks up the receiver and whispers "hello" To a boy who swears he'd never leave her And oh she believes every word he's said So the mom sets the table For false apetites And social distortion With no rip chords and flat notes Just to pass the dinner bells tune And the mother she smiles The father is blank And the daughter holds her baggie for the food No, everythings perfect When no one is talking A melody, the tragedy of life |
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| Saturday, April 1st, 2006 |
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I tell you, I go running I'll go running every night Just to avoid no missed calls from you And I'll stay out later just to discuss with the moon All my pathetic unreasonable dreams Did you tell her, how she once had it all And she flushed it down the bowl when she became... She became all those girls, that she said she'd never be Now she's just a marching ant One by One Did you ask for your daughters paper thin Well dears shove a finger in your throat, Thats not thin enough, no no no Paper thin, as thin as toilet paper And oh how beautiul she'll be Once she's a wire hanger in your closet Just in your closet with your skeleton key See, we'll wait, us foolish girls For we wait out of spite of denial Not really in believing in our hopes We know... Damn it, we are aware, We're foolish, Not Fools How we'll beg for the arms to wrap around us, Just to hold us, and love us, and pretend But we'll hold our hearts out for someone unwilling Someone a little to far off Someone who wont care With denials far deeper than ours run For a need to love someone Regardless of truth And we know, oh we know you just love us Because something better ran off with someone else We're the girls of lost hope But we promise to be forgiving Just hold out your hand And pretend to be there And we'll go on living our facade Yes and we'll say "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" and we will And you'll say "I Love You Too" and we'll believe you Despite reason, despite the feelings We'll buy into this sad deprication of truth So how do you like em? "Skin and bones We got fat bitches too" They come in your favorite brand We can make em paper thin Or big as a house Now tell us you pick we'll choose So go on and love them, cause they've set you aside As a god amongst men for their side When you break em Do it hard and fast So they know it was their fault Things arent right |
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| Thursday, January 19th, 2006 |
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Im gonna sign off blurty for a while..and pretend to be working.. TTFN |
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| Thursday, January 5th, 2006 |
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Ya Tebya Lubliu |
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| Thursday, December 22nd, 2005 |
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I need something, any kind of lyrics about the following: Wanting someone in the worst way possible, but knowing they deserve better. Wanting to stop being so hard on yourself... Always conscience of sleeping with the wrong man |
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| Wednesday, December 21st, 2005 |
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Its not the ants or bees that are my concern |
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| Thursday, December 8th, 2005 |
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Hope is a flasehood Wrapped up in sheeps wool And dignity was never mine to hold Like you'll never understand or know I've finally disapparated from my reflection The final piece to the puzzle And its all crystal clear I was never here And you'll never hear "I cross my mouth and shut my eyes" Tune out my internal pathetic cries And glue your pieces back together With steady hands, I'll make you all better Like brand new And I'll understand when you sad Im the only one Piece by piece You'll be just fine And so many times you'll say "Please be mine" Final piece with a dab of glue "Im the perfect girl for you" And as I put it into place I believe the words you had to say When I know I should be strong Close my eyes just move along Because I know In just seconds Out the door you'll go Until someone breaks you again This is who I am This is one of those things And I pretend I dont feel The depth of each little sting |
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| Monday, November 14th, 2005 |
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| I never knew that the bottom of this barrell could go deeper than this ebony I've found myself in. How is it Im always the last to know that I was never the first one on the list. How is it I'm never anything more than a "to-do". I really am that stupid, that much of a fucking waste of time. I never knew it could hurt this much to breathe, hush my gasping breath for the night please. Cant I be priority just once...just this once. So many things Im dying to tell you, so many things Im dying to say, so many reasons I cant feel this, so many reasons Im fading away. Cant someone see me? Cant anyone see me curled up on the floor begging for you to be here, even though I'd never want you to be near. | ||||||
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Im moving on but not away from him, Im letting go but not of the end. Im moving on from the step of denial and accepting whats going on, Im letting go of "goodbye" and accepting I'll always wait for him. Because he'll slit my wrists and gauge my eyes, but he's always going to wait too. Always going to wait to stitch me back together, bc thats what we do. I'll always want him more and more and hate him from the bottom of my heart. And he'll crave my taste more and more and drive in the stake. We're an odd couple of sorts if we're even a couple at all. But regardless, he's the only one who will listen he's the only one who cares, even if he leaves me waiting alone in dispair. . . God Im such a girl sometimes |
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| Friday, November 11th, 2005 |
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So..hella hella good ...(yea i know..I hate the word "hella" as well) ...me and Amy (dude..new coolest chick ever) have come up with the greatest pick me up....PROCRASTINATION lol....no no, not the traditional slackage you know. We're talking "Let me quote an outrageous drunk ' PROCRASTINATION, is like MASTURBATION GOOD EFFING TIMES lol... We know how to make emo lyrics RAWK like a hurricane man lol |
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| Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 |
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Okay, so you realized I was gone, and you realized I was over it.... Our own movie ending |
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| Something must be wrong with me...because I cant seem to let you go | ||||
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| Friday, November 4th, 2005 |
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I hate the people who think they are perfect. The people who honestly believe everyone loves them and that they have no faults. Im talking about people like you. Honestly, you think your gorgoeous, well Im letting you in on a little secret. Everyones laughing at you to your face and rolling on the floor behind your back, you really are just that oblivious, and yes "obvlivious" is another word for "FUCKING MORON". Sometimes I dont care that this guy or that guy wants to get in your pants, congradulations, you've discovered the motive to about 75% of the male population. I hate to break it to you, but that doesnt make you pretty only easy. Which hey, if you're happy with STD's go for it. Not saying Im prefect, I mean hello do we REMEMBER 2004? yes yes, well that was last year...and I would have no problem with you doing it except you, kid, are not strong. You're weak...how do I know this, because you're self centered and anyone who is that self centered cant possibly have to many true friends...oh sure you have friends, even ones who THINK They give a damn...but the ones who give you the brutal truth are the one who will be sticking around. Phenominal, Im so happy we had this conversation..now what was it you were saying, I had to flush the toilet |
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| Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005 |
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Sincerely, The Your Best Kept Secret and your Biggest Regret |
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To whom it may concern, Thank you very kindly for taking the time to get to know me. Thank you for being there when no one else was. When we first met on the floor of that girls party. Her parents had been away and we drank all the beer. Then there was a boy named Steve who held my heart like a hand gernade and pulled the pin. And you stood by, making sure to hold on as I fell. You never left me for a minute. All those nights you spent with me making sure I fell asleep. I wanted to thank you for wiping my tears though none left my eyes, and for laughing with me over the stupid things, like the fundamentals of peeing together and the "after talk". The way you pieced together my pathetic excuse for a heart and gave me someone to trust in again. Thank you for keeping me waiting, as you grew tired of me. Thank you for disappearing for weeks at a time then showing back up like everything was alright. For pouring your heart out to me and getting me to admit that I care, then turning around and evaporating into thin air. I never knew anyone could be as gracious as you. I always cared, I just had a hard time piecing it together, and you forced me out of me shell and into a new one. Then you left and always kept me trailing behind on the thinnest of strings. Always going the distance but shorting a mile. You always did. Then when I finally forget your name, and can move on, you come back in like the white squall of the century. Carrying flowers and promises in Green boxes with little pink bows. I never asked for much, just the truth, and you couldnt do that..Couldnt give me something solid to hold onto. remember when we said we'd make great roommates...how it would be convenient to have me near by so whenever you felt sad you could hold me closer...or is it just me being stupid for keeping that so close to my heart. Im sorry I gave in, and even sorrier I figured you out so late. Finally, I told you I was done fighting for us, I Told you I couldnt keep up with this game. And after you begged "Lil Girl please dont do this to me..I need you, I care about you..I need you to care about me" I took you back, but mow Im letting you go....I called your phone and another girl answered...in her most girlish most flirtcious voice "No he's busy now" and hung up the phone. It hurt, it stung, it pierced right through my eyes and into my lungs. And I didnt know if I should be angry or if I should try to breathe. The hardest part is you opened me up to slam me down.And I still miss you...I Guess Im just a stupid typical girl...one mess after another |
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Blurty for ~*PRE-SHOW ur requisite 2 a celibate PUNKERSLUT*~.
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crushed.
content.
chipper.
confused.