AlexandHelen's Journal

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  • Archives for November 2010
  • therapist

    by AlexandHelen on November 29, 2010
    Everyday feels like I am done now I know you cant trust anyone I breath like I'm underwater sometimes I try to show you all the signs Oh, therapist, you dont really care. Oh, therapist are you even there? Yah, you shoves those pills down my throat but you dont really know, Dont know. do you even care? Oh therapist, do you even care? no Now I'm shattered into nothing now I know I'm not something and I don't know what to do cause I have nothing to lose Oh, therapist, you dont really care. Oh, therapist are you even there? Yah, you shoves those pills down my throat but you dont really know, Dont know. do you even care? Oh therapist, do you even care?
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  • htae

    by AlexandHelen on November 24, 2010
    I dont hate you I just dont agree and I want you to believe what I believe No I dont hate I just disapprove No I dont hate I just dont like what you do No I dont hate And I think god knows as well I dont hate youre going to hell God sent me out to be his voice and he hates you you dont have a choice
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  • adfghjkl;'

    by AlexandHelen on November 21, 2010
    I am afraid of you brother's in a comma sister is asleep I dont like what you do I dont like to be alone but youre calling me a creep
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  • the objextual song

    by AlexandHelen on November 18, 2010
    your shirt is tighter then the virgin mary from up on top sexuality it looks so scary are you just trying to prove my point wrong you can take my feeling where I dont belong em and I was found one day c with my hands all stickey and I was taken away with my hands all stickey c(high at end-g) and a guitar between my legs Well I believe that it has feelings and she walks in walks in with mockings in with the video and the plagues and me sweating with my guitar between my legs you wont understand, no nobody will i get the vibes, and feel that thrill im carresing someone in my dreams shes got a hand made of guitar strings
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  • hand

    by AlexandHelen on November 01, 2010
    G em I lit out from Reno; I was trailed by twenty hounds G em I was kicking up stilettos I was falling to the ground C G I woke up in the morning with a bad taste in my mouth C em I was turning on the faucets even though you caused the drought C A There’s a hand over to keep in this shout There’s something inside me screaming I want out And all the mentors they haven’t done a thing There’s a hand over to stop my breathing I felt like I was out but then handed right over Pretends to know me, stay away from strangers Got a knack for falling away from the pack There’s a right hand over just to hold me back C em A
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