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I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
(While it swallows me)
I've begun my misery (while it swallows me)
I celebrate my death annually (while it swallows me)
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (while it swallows me)
And I slowly begin to walk towards it
and while walking towards it
I trip and fall
I sit awake to prevent from falling
and while lying awake I see a door being shut
I begin to suffocate (as I gasp for breath)
I've begun my misery (while it swallows me)
I celebrate my death annually (while it swallows me)
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (while it swallows me)
And I slowly begin to walk towards it
And as I look over my lifeless body
I think to myself
is this how it ends?
A life composed of misery, a life that trapped me
(the life that killed me)
(I've begun my misery)
(I celebrate my death annually)
(And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper)
(And I slowly begin to walk towards it)
I've begun my misery
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
(While it swallows me)
I've begun my misery (while it swallows me)
I celebrate my death annually (while it swallows me)
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (while it swallows me)
And I slowly begin to walk towards it (while it swallows me)
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
(While it swallows me)
I celebrate my death annually (while it swallows me)
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (while it swallows me)
And I slowly begin to walk towards it
I trip and fall
I sit awake to prevent from falling
and while lying awake I see a door being shut
I begin to suffocate (as I gasp for breath)
I celebrate my death annually (while it swallows me)
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (while it swallows me)
And I slowly begin to walk towards it
I think to myself
is this how it ends?
A life composed of misery, a life that trapped me
(the life that killed me)
(I celebrate my death annually)
(And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper)
(And I slowly begin to walk towards it)
I celebrate my death annually
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
(While it swallows me)
I celebrate my death annually (while it swallows me)
and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (while it swallows me)
And I slowly begin to walk towards it (while it swallows me)
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Submitted by
prodigy_souljah On Jan 05, 2005
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this is such a beautiful song... it gives me chills! the dramatic difference between the singing and the screaming is intense and creates a feeling of anger and frustration. it's like the writer is fighting two ideas within him- "and i begun my misery, i celebrate my death annually and with no control i watch my grave grow deeper" (sounds like he just accepts what crap life dealt him and hes just going to let it bring him down and destroy him) "whats wrong with me!?"- the screaming (makes it feel like its another part of him or another voice in his head yelling at himself asking what are you doing?! this is wrong! do something about it! dont just let yourself die) a little crazy... but thats just what it means to me...
i love this song, just awesome. i find bands like this express the feelings of youth today, not like hilary duff whining about not having a good boyfriend or somthing
Gorgeous, beautiful, amazing.
it gives you the chills cause your a fucking emo fag and this music sucks, the only substance it has is pain and gay faggy angst. get over yourselves and keep hating your life fucking emo queers.
hilary duff rocks the fucking crap out of this shit btw (sad part is i'm serious lol)
Seriously, why are you even looking at this song if all you want to do bag it? It's just fucking ridiculas if you ask me
its sorta about realizing that when I die, what will i leave behind. what have i done for people to remember me for? and why havent i tried to enjoy the time i've spent here? or at least thats how it hits me. because im sorta at that point in my life where ive had friends die around me and im left wondering what about me. how am i gonna be remembered?