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  • love is spelled t-i-m-e

    by xxeudoraxx on March 12, 2005
    Love is spelled t-i-m-e… was it just our pastime? the brilliant kiss before you left, the way you waved and said good-bye I can’t declare... that love consists of heartaches...and if time could really heal this then forgive my dim view and my rolling eyes. would you come back? is it just a lack of cheerful moments making me feel so depressing and alone? would you come back? cheerful moments depressing and alone! This phase is lasting too long. The ambition’s gone astray. The music stopped two days ago I never looked. Surprises turn to sorrow and our similarity seems to end Up as a contrasting distress. would you come back? is it just a lack of cheerful moments making me feel so depressing and alone? would you come back? cheerful moments depressing and alone! it's time to admit the things that you said don’t sound so threatening in the end. it's more like a hint how things would go on you knew all along I couldn't achieve.
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  • a literal investment in a choking kind of higher a

    by xxeudoraxx on March 12, 2005
    take care, watch out. guess now it's time. lies spred, tears shed. i never asked for anything. i never asked for anything. i heard you laugh. put on your clothes. you have to go. you heard me girl, what was it for? you got me back to where i told you that i never wanted to go. i feel the blood. it's warmer than your kisses ever were. i feel the knife inside my heart. i feel the knife inside my heart. you took me further than my wishes. i hear the echoes telling me: a thousand times are worse than one time. but they're not. we had our good times but they stopped. just like they said. ... i'm not scared to cry infront of all your friends. so here i go. are you happy now? and as i fall apart. i see your hurting smile. another death i'm dying just for you. i'm wasting all my sympathy for a smile that never was and a girl who'll never be more than a literal investment in a choking kind of higher apathy.
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  • narcotic cure

    by xxeudoraxx on March 12, 2005
    intoxicated to confess myself to you, you know it wasn't thrill i wanted though you gave me more just to keep me up all night. i guess it's my excuse. protecting what we never had and giving this away shows me i don't know what i want. don't know what i want. this time i'm off. battered, bruised and cut. you know how hard it's for me to stop when we're attracted. first i dreamt it. now i act it. all along. this time i'm off. battered, bruised and cut. you know how hard it's for me to stop when we're attracted. first i dreamt it. now i act it. enough gasoline? for my useless scenes. burn them down and let them glow like brilliant stars we used to see. enough gasoline? for my useless scenes. lay them on a dusty shelf with all the other helpless dreams. so she didn't realize the mess i'm in. i couldn't hurt her 'cause the ice is thin. and if we fall would i be able just to call the other name? well you like danger. i like your eyes. i'm a crappy poet with a great disguise. to get your heart and keep it warm. well, i guess i'm not that bad in the end. this time i'm off. battered, bruised and cut. you know how hard it's for me to stop when we're attracted. first i dreamt it. now i act it. all along. this time i'm off. battered, bruised and cut. you know how hard it's for me to stop when we're attracted. first i dreamt it. now i act it. enough gasoline? for my useless scenes. burn them down and let them glow like brilliant stars we used to see. enough gasoline? for my useless scenes. lay them on a dusty shelf with all the other helpless dreams. this time it's undeniable you hit me hard. i swear. (no more decisions, let's make second first.) this time it's undeniable you hit me hard. i swear. (no more decisions, let's make second first.) this time it's undeniable you hit me hard. i swear. (no more decisions, let's make second first.) this time it's undeniable you hit me hard. i swear. please set me free. take where you're going. i don't even want to know it. please set me free. take where you're going. i don't even want to know it. take my hand.
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