note in that last post 2 things. 1. the time. 2. the word "yet" followed by the comment about me being a pessimist.
there's a reason I'm a pessimist. There's a reason that I started drinking and smoking and running away from home when I was 16 years old. My Mother. Ahh. Mother. She's so nice to everyone who she didn't give birth to. I just experienced round 2 of the apartment/money argument that leaves me wanting to stab myself in the eye. Right now I blast a song call Mr. Chainsaw by Alk3. I think it fits pretty well. in 30 seconds I'm off to the garage to smoke my life away. I fucking hate this house!
*Mr. Chainsaw*
When was it that you lost your youth or traded
It for something more for them to use so jaded
Why is it that you never said
I love you more than just a friend
I pray this gridlock never ends
And when we get there just depends
I found out recently that you are leaving
For good I hope I softly tell my ceiling
It's better now to be alive
Sleeping is my 9 to 5
I'm having nightmares all the time
Of running out of words that rhyme
Everything that you could never say
Would never matter anyway
I took a hammer and two nails to my eardrums long ago
Before that steak knife took my eyes
I looked up to the sky
For the last thing I would ever see
For the last time I'd cry
When was it that you sold your life or wasted
Every bite of that small slice you never tasted
I guess I should be one to talk
There's nights that I can't even walk
There's days I couldn't give a fuck
And in between is where I'm stuck
From blocks away I heard somebody screaming
That small child inside of you that you left bleeding
You stabbed him up not once but twice
Cubicles will now suffice
Some say it's the roll of the dice
I think they're wrong I know I'm right
Every breath that I could barely breathe
Could barely make it past my teeth
I took a blowtorch to both of my lungs a long long time ago
Every step that i could take
Every one more difficult to make
Mr. Chainsaw came and took my legs a long, long time ago
In case you're wondering
I'm singing about growing up about giving in
In case you're wondering we're singing about growing up
About giving up and giving in
there's a reason I'm a pessimist. There's a reason that I started drinking and smoking and running away from home when I was 16 years old. My Mother. Ahh. Mother. She's so nice to everyone who she didn't give birth to. I just experienced round 2 of the apartment/money argument that leaves me wanting to stab myself in the eye. Right now I blast a song call Mr. Chainsaw by Alk3. I think it fits pretty well. in 30 seconds I'm off to the garage to smoke my life away. I fucking hate this house!
*Mr. Chainsaw*
When was it that you lost your youth or traded
It for something more for them to use so jaded
Why is it that you never said
I love you more than just a friend
I pray this gridlock never ends
And when we get there just depends
I found out recently that you are leaving
For good I hope I softly tell my ceiling
It's better now to be alive
Sleeping is my 9 to 5
I'm having nightmares all the time
Of running out of words that rhyme
Everything that you could never say
Would never matter anyway
I took a hammer and two nails to my eardrums long ago
Before that steak knife took my eyes
I looked up to the sky
For the last thing I would ever see
For the last time I'd cry
When was it that you sold your life or wasted
Every bite of that small slice you never tasted
I guess I should be one to talk
There's nights that I can't even walk
There's days I couldn't give a fuck
And in between is where I'm stuck
From blocks away I heard somebody screaming
That small child inside of you that you left bleeding
You stabbed him up not once but twice
Cubicles will now suffice
Some say it's the roll of the dice
I think they're wrong I know I'm right
Every breath that I could barely breathe
Could barely make it past my teeth
I took a blowtorch to both of my lungs a long long time ago
Every step that i could take
Every one more difficult to make
Mr. Chainsaw came and took my legs a long, long time ago
In case you're wondering
I'm singing about growing up about giving in
In case you're wondering we're singing about growing up
About giving up and giving in
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What's happenin hot stuff just wanted to leave you a comment now that I'm able to. I'm down with the redesign of All Bloodied Up
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