bl33dinghuRt's Journal

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  • Archives for August 2008
  • ugly by the Exies

    by bl33dinghuRt on August 30, 2008
    Are you ugly? A liar like me? A user, a lost soul? Someone you don't know? Money, it's no cure A sickness so pure Are you like me? Are you ugly? Chorus: We are dirt We are alone You know we're far from summer (or somewhere) We are fake We are afraid You know it's far from over We are dirt We are alone You know we're far from summer (or somewhere) Look closer Are you like me? Are you ugly? Turn my blind eye Why do I deny? Medicate me So I die happy A strain of cancer Chokes the answers Are you like me? A liar like me? (Chorus) Bridge: (this part is somewhat difficult to make out) I don't care You don't care I do know You're angry You don't care I don't care Who are you? Just like me? Am I you? You are me I do know You're angry You don't care I don't care Who are you? Like me? (Chorus)
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  • addiction

    by bl33dinghuRt on August 09, 2008
    lifes a lie you wake up, then you die. your sick your done your awake inside so why the lie you need this run you need this drug you need to feel alive you cant see me cry i just want to die. now i see you for what you really are. your a drug...and im addicted.
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  • evans blue--pin-up

    by bl33dinghuRt on August 09, 2008
    You're not the first girl To draw her fears on her arms In hopes to capture All the memories that hunted you down You can sew your lips shut With your heart strings 'Cause God knows that you dont need them to hold yourself together But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height i know I should've never held you up This high, this high Your not the first girl To cut her fears in her arms Then let them trickle down Past memories to pools in your hands You can hang yourself with your heartstrings 'Cause I know you wont use them to hold yourself up anymore But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height i know I should've never held you up This high, this high Pull the needle from the back of my wings Pull the needle, pull the pin from my picture From my picture And I will fall to the floor But you have to pull yourself together But don't look down because I don't know Falling is fatal from this height i know I should've never held you up This high, this high This high, this high
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