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[24 Oct 2005|08:56am] |
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Fuck, you're disgusting.
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[24 Oct 2005|09:58am] |
I'm pretty much in love with myself:
"Your Empathy" ©steeni.2005., so fuck you.
Through the clouds of smoke
My tragic eyes cannot see through this haze
Your tastless joke:
You left the bed of love we made unmade.
Your empathy-
You stuck with me though your promises were empty
And meaningless, like my time.
You took my time, you took my time
You were a waste of my time
And through your envy I behold
A different color
And through your demise
I shudder
A poisoned lover
A future like no other
A love like no other
A poison like no other
Adhesive, I could not leave your side
And I'd be struck down if I tried.
Your bolts of lightning are merciless,
My empty eyes -- godless.
Your empathy-
How could you choose yourself over me?
No more me, like my time.
You took my time, you took my time.
You were my time.
And through your envy I behold
A different color
And through your demise
I shudder
A poisoned lover
A future like no other
You envy of no other lover.
I take your empathy you take my time
I take your empathy you take my time
I take your empathy you take my time
I take your empathy you take my time
And through your envy I behold
A different color
And through your demise
I shudder
A poisoned lover
A future like no other
And through your envy I behold
A different color
And through your demise
I shudder
A poisoned lover
A future like no other
And through your envy
I behold your empathy, my lover.
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| Let's get these teen hearts beating faster. |
[24 Oct 2005|11:12am] |
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You know it will always just be me.
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| The stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick. |
[24 Oct 2005|11:23am] |
I really really wish I did not have you. I don't want you. I don't want you.
I wish you weren't here. I wish there was someone else.
But no. It's all you and I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate you.
And thank you.
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[24 Oct 2005|11:31am] |
You think not telling is the same as not lying, don't you?
Then I guess not feeling is the same as not crying to you.
Can't you hear me? Can't you hear me calling your name?
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[24 Oct 2005|12:19pm] |
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I think I may be leaving.
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| When I'm the girl that you want, I will be waiting right here. |
[24 Oct 2005|01:55pm] |
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Yeah, okay, so. That mix CD? I'll make that today. =P
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[24 Oct 2005|02:07pm] |
Tuomas kicked Tarja out of Nightwish.
There goes the end to one of my favorite bands.
=(
Heh. It's like an Amy/Ben split. How sad.
However, at least Evanescence didn't kick out it's VOCALIST.
Nightwish is fucked now.
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[24 Oct 2005|02:26pm] |
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We just alllllll love blocking you!!!!!!!
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[24 Oct 2005|02:57pm] |
Chris: "Hey Louis, what's Frankie's number?"
Lou: "555-5555"*
(*note-- he actually said a real phone number.)
Chris: "You memorized it? **pause** It's a boy."
LMAO.
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| Trophy wives. |
[24 Oct 2005|03:07pm] |
(=
I've had a wonderful day today.
...how could anyone be so down?
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[24 Oct 2005|04:26pm] |
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I am craving green olives. O_o
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[24 Oct 2005|09:59pm] |
I wrote a lot of things. And this was one of them.
I was in a satirical mood, obviously. lol.
It's titled "We, The People" . . . but I think I might change the title to "Suicide Has Lost it's Novelty" or "Suicide is Just A Cheap Novelty", I'm not sure. **confused Steeni**
©steeni, 2005. Trademark: fuck you.
This teen spirit smells like angst.
And all the hottest fashions look like conformity.
I could count half a dozen girls who wish they were me
Because being somebody else is revered in society.
I tried subtlety but I cant' make that work for me.
So now my verses are so obvious it makes me cringe to read.
I can't borrow style; I can only make it mine.
But now everyone's got a safety pin across their wrist and down a straight line.
I indulge in mockery more than flattery
And I patronize well so you best take everything I say sarcastically.
You're my pawn and this world is a game
Life's my amusement and I don't succumb to your shame.
I fit right in; I don't try to rebel.
No matter how highly you think of me, you don't know me very well.
I fear carbon copies, so I keep to myself.
And everything I say isn't true anyway,
So you can fuck off and go to hell.
This teen spirit smells like angst.
And we're a generation that hides behind the noise everybody else makes.
We are the people too afraid to take a stand,
Because it's easier to sit and nod and be led by the hand.
(If you stand in the background, no one can see you.
If you don't use it, your voice will fade away.)
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