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[07 Sep 2008|12:36am] |
can anybody recommend angry/pissy songs?
im having friend issues, but im making a 'fuck you' playlist, so really i'll take whatever you feel like giving me
i appreciate it everybody!
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[06 Sep 2008|10:28pm] |
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with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it, I knew that you meant it, that you meant it.
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[06 Sep 2008|10:19pm] |
forget that it's raining
and that the traffic goes on for miles
and that all your cds skip
and that her picture stillsits inside your wallet
and that it's probably cushing now under your weight
and that you wish you could scream right into her face
the way she slammed the door in yours
and remember that
the words make you stronger
and the wounds make you tougher
and the walls you build
make you harder to love
wow. does anyone else feel like this applies EXACTLY to their life?!!?
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[06 Sep 2008|01:14pm] |
I call you up every night, telephone. Wow, you're singing there, every night with the microphone. My favorite place, fall asleep, next to you. So I wait at home, patiently. Don't be late, alright? Hey, don't look at me that way like I'm the one who's not the same. Am I completely cracking up again? Alright.
I hear you're nighttiming, baby.
what's everyones favorite indie artist? or top 5+++ fave? :)
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[06 Sep 2008|12:43am] |
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that's the last time I let you in my bathroom window.
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[05 Sep 2008|09:27pm] |
sometimes it's just about feeling good
like john cusack and pop punk
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[05 Sep 2008|07:07pm] |
I stalk you at night fall
Condemn you in anger by day
Fueled by my hatred
I'll not stop to rest, till you pay
You know that I'm out here
This fueling it tears you apart
But you'll not deceive me
Till I've ripped the life from your heart
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[05 Sep 2008|06:55pm] |
Learn to love your enemies, to open their eyes you must be willing to die
Look at your own wrongs before you look at someone else's
You want to save souls or put souls to death
Giving our savior a bad name, giving me a bad name
You're so wrong with your beliefs, sit in church every week, but never do you help the weak
This is time to take back what's ours, not to give the world what's ours
Don't you want to see everyone saved or just yourself with a river of blood on your hands?
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[05 Sep 2008|06:33pm] |
so bring on the heartbreak.
bring on the failure.
bring on the scabbed knees, worng turns, and sleepless nights,
because I'M NOT BROKEN YET
-chris gueteriz
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[05 Sep 2008|11:21pm] |
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Now I'm your escape route, but I could be so much more
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[05 Sep 2008|11:17pm] |
So there goes my life
passing by with every exit sign
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[05 Sep 2008|06:15pm] |
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Oh my God, this town, it feels like a headache. And all the words inside my mouth won't come through. I've got this pain in my head that I can't shake, when I remind myself I can't get to you.
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[05 Sep 2008|10:53pm] |
Could you tell her I made the headlines
This boy drawed wings on everything
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[05 Sep 2008|10:22pm] |
And I killed another one tonight
I can stop myself from crying
I killed another girl tonight
I just cant help myself anymore
Your dad swore you would be fine, but he lied
Your mom said stop calling nights, leave sometimes
And your grace never looked as good as it does in the daylight
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[05 Sep 2008|10:18pm] |
To pray for what I thought were angels
Ended up being ambulances
And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter
She was crying inside your stomach
And I felt love again
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[05 Sep 2008|10:16pm] |
The faces always stay the same
So I face the fact that I'm just fine
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[05 Sep 2008|09:29pm] |
I hope you always find someone to take you home
To put you into bed, kiss your cheek, and check your pulse
Make sure you're still breathing, with their hand up to your nose
I wish that could be me, but it's just not possible.
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[05 Sep 2008|02:58pm] |
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
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[05 Sep 2008|08:51pm] |
he can't understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends
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[05 Sep 2008|12:12am] |
And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
this song never seems to get old
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