Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in last.song.ever's Blurty:

Monday, June 13th, 2005
11:43 pm	tuesday wakes up silent and there aren't enough pills, to sleep; (cut out) like a miswired shortwave radio its over, but nothing can change to make this right, when you live in a nightmare, it's written all over your face. and in a short time, you're never the same again, the distance is streamlined, between decision and defense: disorient the senses, loss of identity, no one to trust, no one to trust. life runs through this trade, i am no killer. but i still hide my face, in the coming days. i wake up every morning, from the same dream, i kill it, but you can't change the letters, when the ink dries, i woke up on a sidewalk, and everything just changed, now the lights are blinking, but i can't see anything. life runs through this trade, i am no killer. i still hide my face, in the coming days. life runs through this trade, i am no killer. i still hide my face. everything's falling apart, everything's falling apart, everything's falling... crumpled paper, crushed tin cans, broken bottles, paper scraps, we're all the same, we're all the same, paper scraps, we're all the same, we're all the same, we all are the same, we, are, all, the, same. we, are, all, the, same. i am no killer. (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 13th, 2005
10:16 pm	One day too soon, but hey who cares... So where'd you go? How was your vacation home? Well obviously you were busy, too busy for me So this is how you leave me? I'm broken hearted on the floor, My tears seep through the crack under my door Where I am locked in, shut down, I'm so tired of picking myself up off the ground So Happy Valentine's Day I hope the sun's out in New York I hope he bought you roses I hope he bought you roses So Happy Valentine's Day I hope the sun's out in New York I hope he bought you roses I hope he bought you roses Damn, I HATE Valentine (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 21st, 2004
12:26 am	WARNING, sharp blade (Comment on this)
Monday, July 19th, 2004
9:46 pm	In muddy grass we stand side by side with our knuckles interlocked Black dresses flood the cemetery in this cliche tragedy Just do as you're instructed and.... Take this razor and cut your palms I'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow Now drip your ruby red over the casket A funeral for my once loved youth My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance tell me what would you do? My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But when your precious life is at stake tell me would you die for me too? The quivering liquids in your stomach will eat away at the bad habits that have made you a real character in the story of your now distant life Goodnight and goodbye, quickly In gentle greens we stand side by side with your head buried in my chest Black veils send me shivering The fear that part of me is dying Just do as you're instructed and.... Take this razor and cut your palms I'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow Now drip your ruby red over the casket A funeral for my once loved youth My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance tell me what would you do? My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But when your precious life is at stake tell me would you die for me too? The quivering liquids in your stomach will eat away at the bad habits that have made you a real character in the story of your now distant life Goodnight and goodbye, quickly, quickly Goodbyes are said and roses thrown And the crowd starts to weep But the irony of the story is when I fell to my knees and began clawing at the dirt in front of the tombstone of my bashful childhood With you by my side, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, "let it go" And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs "The ceremony was not proper, there was not enough people, and who picked the music? Those melodies almost made me physically sick" My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance tell me what would you do? My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But when your precious life is at stake tell me would you die for me too? The quivering liquids in your stomach will eat away at the bad habits that have made you a real character in the story of your now distant life Goodnight and goodbye, quickly Goodnight and goodbye, quickly Current Mood: depressed Current Music: The Spill Canvas (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 18th, 2004
12:31 pm	So, scream I heard about your message, And how it reeked of your indifference, It bleeds horizontal straight from your wrist. (So scream louder now) I'm bound to come around about (Bound to come around) But can’t you, can’t you feel it rolling off your lips, Tensing up your shoulders, C’mon say it... [Chorus] Well, it's love (It's love) Make it hurt (I deserve it) Well, it's love (It's love) Make it hurt (I deserve it) Well, it’s love, it’s love, it’s love... Make it hurt. I said I use the inconsistencies That undress the machine, You're the poster boy, their selling point, the focus for their new campaign. (Something has to be) Bound to come around about (Bound to come around) Oh, but can’t you, can’t you feel it rolling off your lips, Tensing up your shoulders, c’mon... [Chorus] The keys to the castle (Are right where I left them) The princess walked in just to take more attention, 'Cause after all, well isn't that all that I've been after and, After all, well isn't that all that I'm after, You're so... (No way out) I give up in you, well, I give up in you, (No way out) I give up in you. (No way out) Well, I give up in you, I give up in you, (No way out) Well, I give up in you. I wanted you for nothing more, Than hating you for what you were, If that's what you wanted to hear, (Well, if that's what you wanted to hear) I wanted you for nothing more, Than hating you for what you were, (Don't leave, leave) If that's what you wanted to hear, (If that's what you wanted to hear) I wanted you for nothing more, Than hating you for what you were, (Don't leave, leave) If that's what you wanted to hear, (If that's what you wanted to hear) (It's love, it's love) I wanted you for nothing more, (Make it hurt, I deserve it) Than hating you for what you were, (If that's what you wanted to hear) That's what you wanted to hear, (To hear) If that's what you wanted to hear. (If that is how you'll let it burn) Current Mood: confused Current Music: Taking Back Sunday (Comment on this)