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Mar. 27th, 2007

As of 2009

Thesaurus

mood: i have a cold...
music: From First to Last - Waltz Moore

Your beauty pins me down, so that
I’m writhing on the floor,
Helpless to each and every incision,
Each word sharper than the last!
I want to apologize for the mess I’ve created,
I saw it coming, But couldn’t avoid it,
You both have a right to hate me for this.
And yet, you’re so understanding, and Oh-So-Amazing.
Just one more reason.
With each syllable it’s gaining momentum.
If only you knew,
How much I wish to be him,
But a bit more mature.
This is eating me alive!
Your voice cuts me deep,
And severs the arteries.
Your eyes burn a hole in my heart,
Right where I want you to be.
Your words wrap around my mind,
Conforming my thoughts to you.
Your smile rips out my tongue,
Disabling my beautiful voice.
My heart poured out of my mouth,
Forgive me for that mess,
Nothing resulted but awkward drama.
Insecurities devour me!
This is beyond the help of a thesaurus. 
Words seem to have failed me.

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Mar. 23rd, 2007

As of 2009

Purity

mood: artistic
music: A Skylit Drive - Drown the City
You’re my taste of insecurity
Hide yourself, from the world ahead
Your head, buried in your arms
No memory of you in my mind
You can’t let, self hate take over
Please understand, you’re not what you see

You are something so much better
It’s never gone, you can’t hide forever
You can’t change, what you can’t control
It’s the same old complaints
“You don’t know what it’s like to wake up ugly”
You try to tell me you’re right
Don’t listen to a word I say

Learn to love what you’ve got
You haven’t had enough
Just hate yourself some more
See what you are causing
To this one poor defenseless soul
I miss the part when you enjoyed
Your life was on its way up
Body going down again

You are something so much better
It’s never gone, you can’t hide forever
You can’t change, what you can’t control
It’s the same old complaints
“You don’t know what it’s like to wake up ugly”
You try to tell me you’re right
Don’t listen to a word I say

You’ve told me everything
You’re back to all those old antics
I’ll never tell, as long as you promise to halt
You’re always a different a voice
Listen to your own
Come out and sleep clean in your bed
Cleanse your soul and skin

Your purity is all you have left
Even I am gone, far away
Such a far gone place
Hate it as much as you hate yourself
Speak of all these broken stories
Pieces of your body fall to the ground

You are something so much better
It’s never gone, you can’t hide forever
You can’t change, what you can’t control
It’s the same old complaints
“You don’t know what it’s like to wake up ugly”
You try to tell me you’re right
Don’t listen to a word I say

You are something so much better
It’s never gone, you can’t hide forever
You can’t change, what you can’t control
It’s the same old complaints
“You don’t know what it’s like to wake up ugly”
You try to tell me you’re right
Don’t listen to a word I say…

 

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