| The Spill Canvas – Self-Conclusion Lyrics | 15 years ago |
| this song made me cry my eyes out. it's beautiful. | |
| The Spill Canvas – The Night Will Go As Follows Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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definitely one of my favorite songs. ever. <3. my boyfriend sung this to me and ever since it's been one of my favorites. (: |
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| The Spill Canvas – Appreciation and the Bomb Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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"if there's one thing i've learned, it's that we never feel the heat until we get burned. but we try so hard not to die, sometimes we forget to appreciate life." truer words have never been spoken... or sang. <3 |
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| Miley Cyrus – When I Look at You Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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I love this song. It's just about being in love and finally finding that one person that is everything to you. When you're feeling lost, you just look at them and everything is alright. <3(: |
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| The Spill Canvas – The Night Will Go As Follows Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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i love this song. (: i think the meaning is obvious. it's about true love & sex & opening up new chapters in a relationship. it's beautiful and reminds me of my relationship. <3 |
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| The Spill Canvas – Black Dresses Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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I can't believe I'm going to tell a bunch of strangers on this website my story, the story that I have hardly told anyone. Anyway, this song is so beautiful and meaningful to me. It symbolizes everything I went through two years ago, the things that will always haunt me. I made so many mistakes, I fell "in love" with the wrong person. This guy that had a reputation as a "bad boy" started talking to me, and suddenly I found myself falling for him. I was over my head in what I thought was love. Right then, I was already in too deep to turn around. I just thought I was so in love with him and his pretty words. He would insult me constantly, but in ways that it wasn't quite obvious what he was doing. He'd get pissed at me and slap me(He wasn't very physically abusive, the most he ever did was slap me. And it was only, like, three times.) and then he'd go off the deep end bitching about things I had done. I made the mistake of trusting him and telling him all of my secrets, and he would mock me for them. He would bring them up and threaten to tell everyone the things that happened to me. He called me worthless, stupid, etc. But the thing was, he would then apologize. He would beg me to forgive him and say that he loved me and didn't mean it, if I didn't forgive him, he said he would kill himself. This scared me, because I still thought I was in love with him. One day he came up to me and started kissing me all over. I backed away and told him to stop, he said that he wanted to have sex with me. I was only fourteen at the time, and I wasn't even close to ready. I didn't even want to think about having sex with this emotionally abusive 16 year old. He would tell me lies about how much he loved me, how beautiful I was, and false promises for the future. He tried to talk me into it, he threatened to kill himself if I didn't have sex with him. Since he had said this many times in the past, I didn't believe he would actually do it. He texted me telling me to meet him at the school on Saturday at 11:05 PM. I went, and he was standing on the top of the building(which was really high) and said he was about to jump. I tried to talk him out of it and I still didn't believe he would actually jump. He went to the edge and almost fell/jumped, but then I screamed for him to stop. I asked what I could do to keep him from jumping and he told me I had to have sex with him. I agreed, regretfully. I hated it. I felt almost like he was raping me, although he wasn't, because I had consented to it. I felt dirty and disgusted. He was taking over me, controlling me, forcing me to do things I didn't want to do. I hated myself for letting him do this to me. My innocence was lost. He kept making mistakes, and time and time again I would take him back. After we had sex, I became depressed. He continued his routine of being emotionally abusive and then begging me to take him back. I now took his threats seriously. I became depressed soon after, I became a wreck, started cutting myself. My life was falling apart. This song helped me through those times, and it continues to haunt me. I love it, despite the horrible times it reminds me of. In muddy grass we stand side by side with our knuckles interlocked Black dresses flood the cemetery in this cliche tragedy The cliche tragedy. What happened was cliche, like one of those things you read about in romance novels and in Lifetime movies. The cemetery is representing times of grief and sadness. Just do as you're instructed and.... Take this razor and cut your palms I'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow Now drip your ruby red over the casket A funeral for my once loved youth "Take this razor and cut your palms" reminds me of my depression that came along with losing my virginity to an awful person. I became depressed and started cutting myself. "My once loved youth" I had a great childhood, but when I met him things started to spiral downhill. Losing my virginity was the last straw, I had lost my innocence and it was like saying goodbye to my youth. I'm not sure if any of this makes sense. My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance tell me what would you do? My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But when your precious life is at stake tell me would you die for me too? I think this verse is horrifyingly fitting. My relationship with him was a secret. Yes, everyone knew we were together, but they didn't know anything about our relationship. No one knew he was abusive, no one knew he was controlling, no one knew he pressured me, no one knew he was suicidal, etc. I thought I was in love with him (I'd die for you). Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance --- It was destructive, it was wrong, it was bad. I wasn't sure how he felt about me for sure, he was abusive yet he would tell me lies about how much he loved me, how beautiful I was, etc. (would you die for me too?) The quivering liquids in your stomach will eat away at the bad habits that have made you a real character in the story of your now distant life Goodnight and goodbye, quickly All of the bad habits that had become of me (depression, cutting, letting myself trust him, listening to what he told me to do) were changing who I was. I was letting go of my childhood, my happiness, my life and becoming this stranger. It was as if I was a character in a movie about my "now distant" life. I was saying goodbye to who I used to be and the innocence I once had. In gentle greens we stand side by side with your head buried in my chest Black veils send me shivering The fear that part of me is dying I still stayed with him, despite the things he did to me. I allowed myself to be the person he took out all of his urges and desires on, the person that he could take his anger out on. I knew that everyday I spent with him, listening to his ridicule, taking his abuse, allowing him to have sex with me, was killing the only part of who I used to be that I had left. I was this happy, cheerful, talkative, innocent child but ever since I met him, I had changed and I was losing the little part of that child I still had in me. Goodbyes are said and roses thrown And the crowd starts to weep But the irony of the story is when I fell to my knees and began clawing at the dirt in front of the tombstone of my bashful childhood With you by my side, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, "let it go" And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs "The ceremony was not proper, there was not enough people, and who picked the music? Those melodies almost made me physically sick" I love this verse. It makes me cry. The first time I heard it, I literally stopped and just cried. I had lost myself, I was a new person and I hated that person. It was like a funeral. My family and friends, and most importantly myself, were saying goodbye or having a funeral for the person I used to be. I wanted my old self back, but it was impossible. "You're screaming at the top of your lungs, let it go!" I told him about my depression and sadness and that I wanted my old self back, but he enjoyed watching me become a self loathing, hopeless stranger and he wanted me to forget about it and just listen to him. I disagreed. I felt sick every time he entered my body, insulted me, threatened to kill himself, every time I took a razor to my wrist. And the "who picked the music?" is a metaphor; as in, you have no control over what happens. At your funeral, someone else is picking the music, among other things, and you want things to be different, but you are unable to speak up, because in a funeral, you are dead, and in my situation, you have no voice. My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But in this Bonnie and Clyde kind of romance tell me what would you do? My secret is fatally gorgeous I'd die for you But when your precious life is at stake tell me would you die for me too? The quivering liquids in your stomach will eat away at the bad habits that have made you a real character in the story of your now distant life Goodnight and goodbye, quickly Goodnight and goodbye, quickly <3. |
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