| - youre my inspiration STRONGER THANI KNEW
strong as rock
but nothing lasts forever
and rocks soon enough break
theres so much caught in iside of me
theres only so much more that i can take
no matter how i cry
or fall apart
tears dont fall foever
for any broken heart
can you see it?
when im sad?
can u tell im broken
when im mad?
yet my pride is so much lareger than i knew
so much stronger than me
so much stronger than the thigs i do
and no matter how much i cry of fall apart
these tears wont fall forever
insde my broken heart |
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| EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
Every once in while
My smile is true
Every once in a while
It’s not because of you.
Every once in a while,
When I truly do cry
It was for no apparent reason
That I felt the need to die
It wasn’t really you
Or the ending feelings that I got
It wasn’t really pain
I just remember feeling lost
And it’s just every once in a while
That I feel all this again
And I listen to sad music
It just numbs away the pain
It’s just every once in a while
When I realize the truth
I tell it all without a fuzz
I tell it all to sooth
Because it seems to help
Every once in a while
But it’s ten minutes later
Of that while again
Every once in a while
It’s ten minutes later the same |
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| MAKE UP AND PERMANENT PAINT
I have so much to say, yet it feel i have said it all already and whatever it is i havent said isnt worth saying to begin with. I get caught in my thoughts and every emotion seems greater than it seemed before. Every pain multiplied by ten and every tear along with a hundred more. I dont remember my heart beating this was before and i certainly dont remember ever being this lost within my own brain. My memory has been taken over by a one single subject. And now everything revolves that way, or so it seems. The music, it all has the same meaning now, and it all brings me back to the same place. A place i had become so accomodated in and it is now the one place i fear and despise the most. The place that holds all my dreams, of which i do not wish to dream of any longer. The denial of my life. I am alone. And it is now, when everything around me wont stop, that i realize neither should i. But instead i must cover up this pain, with make up and permanent paint. Move on from a place i once found happiness in and now to find it further as i walk away and realize thati myself have changed as a person. I suppose im stronger, but not better. I find that a problem within me. A problem i cant seem to fix but merely hide. Cover it up with make up and permanent paint, none washable and resitent to pain. -eRy |
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| CRY
i used to like the feeling i got when i thought of u ... now i cant help but cry... realizing there is nothing i can do... all these feelings id been holding they had all been there for you.... now its tears i had held back... that roll down this cheek.... mixed in mascara and the color of the sky its the eye shadow that washes when i cry.... for you.. i do... i cry... and i cant help but wonder why.... wonder y i cry the way i do.... crying all the tears i cry for you... witha prmise yes i cry ...with a swear and not a lie... its a promise not to die... when the thought of you no longer lies...and happiness...a feeling , shy ... i use to like the feeling i got when i thought you... now i cant help but cry....realizing there is nothing i can do ... with mascara... and the sky... its eye shadow... showdows in my eye... of you and love..and lost regret to hope.... i still cry |
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whats better than a cold heart
w/out breathing air
whats better than a damn lie
whats much better than not to care
to have your heart out in your palm
and feel the beat
go thru your finger tips
can you hear your breath
roll out of those lips
can you look in the mirror
and find a black hole
so empty and cold
a place without soul
is it all there
feel it beat
feel it bleed
feel it go right thru youre fingertips
and to feel sick
to the guts deep inside
to feel remorse
and never pride
to kill those dreams
to want to die
to imagine everything you say is lie
because you have to
for this bleeding heart
trails of blood
and footseps there
all lead back to pasts
better off and better said
you hold your heart up to your head
with a sufficating squeeze
you hope for air yet pray to die
on this world and fucking life
on this pain and dying morgue
its peaceful now
youre heart still bleeds
its turning blue
to color seas
to make them happy cures
thas what its for
in your palms you still there hold
this now black heart
that died just now
hope you made them smile
fuck, they better not wonder how. |
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