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these words fall like wishes from skies torn and bleeding
Today's memories are tomorrow's tears
Created on 2004-01-05 17:14:09 (#1798024), last updated 2008-03-30
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Basic Info| Name: | a bitter young fool with a palate for poison |
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| Birthdate: | 1984-01-27 |
| Location: | nashua, New Hampshire, United States |
| Website: | hopes and dreams in menageries |
BioI'm not going to tell the story the way it happened. I'm going to tell it the way I remember it.
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
Cause I just want to be
Something more than the mud in your eyes
I want to be the clay in your hands
I am fairly agile
I can bend and not break
Or I can break and take it with a smile
And I am so resilient
I recover quickly
I'll convince you soon that I am fine
I can't lie. There's a hole in my life that leaves me feeling like killing.
A new state of mind is long overdue, it's time I inhaled with a new set of lungs.
< / 3 "connections are never easy," you said < / 3
I am one big mess of misunderstood emotions. Unfortunatelly I lost all of my friends once I started wearing only black, Gap sweaters and fake glasses. The good news is that I now have a whole new ring of anti-social, well-dressed friends. I sure got a way with style, and the music I listen to is enough to make even the hardest of people break down in tears. Times used to be tough, but these days life is pretty good for an emo kid. With my short black hair and morbid poetry I am the envy of every depressed, suicide attempting, starbucks drinking mallgoer in my town.
And I think that tonight
I will sneak into your house
And I'll sing songs to wake you up
And I'll take you blindfolded, dancing onto bridges
LIVE FREE OR FUCKING DIE <3
We do the best we can in a small town
Act like big city kids when the sun goes down
If it's not too late for coffee
I'll be at your place in ten
We'll hit that all night diner
And then we'll see
These people who contributed to who I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is... it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.
Cause I just want to be
Something more than the mud in your eyes
I want to be the clay in your hands
I can bend and not break
Or I can break and take it with a smile
I recover quickly
I'll convince you soon that I am fine
I can't lie. There's a hole in my life that leaves me feeling like killing.
A new state of mind is long overdue, it's time I inhaled with a new set of lungs.
< / 3 "connections are never easy," you said < / 3
I am one big mess of misunderstood emotions. Unfortunatelly I lost all of my friends once I started wearing only black, Gap sweaters and fake glasses. The good news is that I now have a whole new ring of anti-social, well-dressed friends. I sure got a way with style, and the music I listen to is enough to make even the hardest of people break down in tears. Times used to be tough, but these days life is pretty good for an emo kid. With my short black hair and morbid poetry I am the envy of every depressed, suicide attempting, starbucks drinking mallgoer in my town.
And I think that tonight
I will sneak into your house
And I'll sing songs to wake you up
And I'll take you blindfolded, dancing onto bridges
We do the best we can in a small town
Act like big city kids when the sun goes down
If it's not too late for coffee
I'll be at your place in ten
We'll hit that all night diner
And then we'll see
These people who contributed to who I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is... it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.
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