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Thursday, November 30, 2006

Maybe 4 a.m. sad songs and waltzes aren't the best cure for depression
Current mood: melancholy

Give a call if you want to reach me

Don't bother to think you'll actually hear me

got bad reception on the other line

I'll tell you I'm sad you'll think I'm fine

you think you've got me all figured out

but baby I have a few hundred doubts

Tell me the glimmer in my eye is gone

I'll say I wonder why like there's nothing wrong

I bet you think you'll know me more this time around

Do I look this pretty gagged and bound?

I bet you'd like to put me on your shelf

"the pretty girl who thinks for herself"

i bet you'd like to bleed me dry

well baby this is the last time i'll cry

tell me i'm pretty, yeah, i'm pretty ugly

put poison in my tea than say you love me

kiss me hello than kiss me good bye

make sure i look as pretty when i die

i'm all dolled up and ready to go

all dolled up and ready for a show

all dolled up and in your arms

I've already done myself enough harm

all dolled up and ready to kill

all dolled up for a stupid thrill

getting really sick of these fucking pills

all dolled up and feeling numb

man how i wish i was fucking dumb

it'd be real nice to not thaw out

act like i don't know what the worlds about

guess i'm not as lucky as you

But I guess I'm pretty so that'll do.

You're telling me it's nice to try

maybe i should try to stop attempting suicide

cuts and scars may go away,

but the pain you caused, it'll fucking stay

and maybe i shouldn't wake up anymore,

you're telling me things i heard before

I swear i've got fucking de ja vu

I can't even stand to look at you

every fucking night you're in my dreams

and I awake to my own fucking screams

congratulations you fucked me over

I hope you feel real fucking clever

Glad to have been your used up lover

I'm getting really sick of being your toy

Use once and then make sure you destroy

make sure you sterilize that knife

better be clean when he takes your life

stab you in the back and let you bleed

you don't feel a thing when you're pretty

i'm all dolled up and ready to go

all dolled up and ready for a show

all dolled up and in your arms

I've already done myself enough harm

all dolled up and ready to kill

all dolled up for a stupid thrill

getting really sick of these fucking pills

all dolled up and feeling numb

man how i wish i was fucking dumb

it'd be real nice to not thaw out

act like i don't know what the worlds about

guess i'm not as lucky as you

But I guess I'm pretty so that'll do.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Good Sister/Bad Sister, Better Burn That Dress Sister...
Current mood: creative
Category: writing and poetry

I think your remarks may have hit a raw nerve
'cause I'm looking at you like its the end of the world
and maybe it's something you learn to live with
when you realize he's not who you think he is

and when I mix your blood with arsenic
I count down the minutes till you get real sick
and I watch as your halo falls off your head
and I start to cry as you die in my bed
and maybe in the morning it'll be okay
and I'll cry some more as you walk away

did I do something wrong to make you want to leave?
to regret the fact that you might have loved me
you don't have to whisper any more baby
if you look around, there's no one listening
you can hide if you want, but it's hard to run
when the little girls aiming at you with her gun
'cause baby it's our secret, but she knows what you've done
I bet that guilt in your conscience weighs a ton

and I'm looking at you with eyes that kill
but there's love buried there under all those pills
and how much would I love to call it hate
when I look at you with all that pain
when you're smiling at me like I'm insane
like everything I say has to mean something
when I tell you how much you fucking make me sick
I'm the one who has to pay for it
and I think you really like those tears in my eyes
you always said I looked so pretty when I cry

and when I mix your blood with arsenic
I count down the minutes till you get real sick
and I watch as your halo falls off your head
and I start to cry as you die in my bed
and maybe in the morning it'll be okay
and I'll cry some more as you walk away

it's really kind of pretty when you think about it
all I really wanted was to play Juliet
it's really kind of sick when pain is so poetic
I guess you're good at acting
'cause I fell for your shit

And when you stabbed me in the back,
will you tell me that you meant it,
even if you really didn't, could you just tell me something?
Because when I look at the pictures with your knife to my heart,
I wonder why I didn't see it coming from the start,
because that look in your eye couldn't mean nothing,
could you do me a favor and just lie and say you loved me?

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Monday, August 28, 2006

And Every One Of You Looks The Same, And Every One Of You Feels The Same...
Current mood: drained

And I Try But I Can't, And I Want To So bad....

It's a riot that you think
that you can love me for a while
and that if you get the chance
you can even make me smile
It's not even about the little games
That, everybody loves to play
but you could get a prize
if you can remember all her names
she's got one for every personality
every hour its a new identity
Don't be shy and regret everything
just forget you ever met me

She changes her mind by the hour
once or twice she'll hide and cower
She cries everytime she gets a flower
sometimes sweet things taste so sour
And everytime you say I'm pretty I get sick
I don't think I could stand the thought of it
you mock the words he said so plainly
and when I cry you fucking blame me

Don't deny it, I'll keep quiet,
I really love it that you hate me
don't you lie and say I was pretty
you had a better reason when you raped me
it's not like it was a relationship
you made it clear you couldn't handle it,
i call you casually to be a bitch
about you never calling when you said you did
I'll try to be sweet if I call again
If it's fine with you, lets still be friends

and maybe if you're lucky,
they'll come repair the bridges you keep burning
and if you just keep wishing,
i might look better in the morning
you think you've got it bad now?
well the tables wont stop turning,
and even if you don't survive
at least you got a warning.