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Does it hurt to force a smile to my face? Does it burn to wish you were in another place? I won't look to you anymore
If you hate your friends, you're not alone * Pretty Girls Make Graves |
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Emotionless gray skies bleed somber dreams of sorrow. Blackened unseen heart tears a virgins godlike innocence from it's pristine palace. Paints sarcastic smiles upon new wounds. Tears of misery stain scar filled minds. Hatred new like tommorow flows from bitter memories. Purity now embraced by sinful ideals, Why?
Take her to the music store * From Autumn to Ashes |
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I know,I know,I know what was I thinking. One more chapter in this story of my life. I know you won't care what I say, should I even try to make you listen. Too late,too late for me to say I'm sorry.
Thought process * Open Hand |
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Lie to me and try to say you never will
Pieces mended * The Used |
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I tell you there's pieces of me you've never seen, maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen.
Tear in your hand * Tori Amos |
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Let your knife say all that your mouth couldn't say. From the top of a neck to the bottom of a waist, you'll never break me.
Saving myself * Count the Stars |
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Emptiness filled the room like the haunted, I don't know for sure, but was this what he wanted?
Horizon * The Rocking Horse Winner |
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And if it makes you less sad we'll start talking again. And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. I'll grow old and start acting my age. I'll be a brand new day in the life that you hate.
The boy who blocked his own shot * Brand New |
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City of blue tile, figure in ceramics where we reach out grab for porcelain but it's too fragile to hold and it shatters in our hands. In time the seasons will seal these shards into the slits that denote your wrists. Death is the answer to calculations composed of motions that are the same and different and secret. A missing alphabet with a message for us: when people die they take a piece of us with them and holes in clouds are minutes passing rescind this line and sever all ties, the skyline unfolds into explanation that sometimes words give up and silently walk off the edge of the page and here the cry opens up, reveals the word inside, the crack in the porcelain. The silent line of skylit eyes show deaths up there shine more brightly than lives down here. Try and Live.
Porcelain * Thursday |
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There is beauty inside the darkest of nights
Devil on my side * The Anniversary |
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The shock bleeds the red from my face, when I hear someone's taken my place. How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel when all, all that I did was for you.
Autumns monologue * From Autumn to Ashes |
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But now I'm wishing for my best impression of my best angie dickinson, but now I've got to worry cause boy you still look pretty when you're putting the damage on
Putting the damage on * Tori Amos |
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You think you are complicated, deep mystery to all, well it's taken me a while to see, you're not so special. All energy no meaning, with a lot of words. So paper thin that one real feeling could knock you down. So see you when you're 40, lost and all alone. Being comforted by strangers you'll never need to know. Not sad because you lost me, but sad because you thought it was cool to be sad
See you when you're 40 * Dido |
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I'm tired of waking up and worrying if someone is talking about me and all the things that I've done wrong. I know that I'm worth more than how they see me.
Amateur standing * Penfold |
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And I've heard every word that you have said and I know who I have been, driven like the snow. But this is cooling faster than I can.
Cooling * Tori Amos |
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