My Lips Are The Point..it's been so long since any sort of sincerity poured out of my pores like water from a popped balloon it's the beginning of self mutilation but without scars it's the beginning of a new cut but without any harm my heart begs entrance to the real world but it's been so cut off I feel alone and misunderstood the end of the year and people seem to pair off and all the others just stop and wait and maybe something will come their way so there she is, by herself in a crowded room, but just her and I but I know that's not the position of her eyes they're way too beautifulMy Lips Are The Point..
The Last Breathevery day is a new adventure and not one of those misadvertised fun times more like one of those disappointments with a new, most optimistic name people showing emotions for each other with no real direction besides forward in high school like going to high school high it's another thing that's way too good to be true a perspective that's not understood in any other light it's those words in perentheses and quotations I "like" you (but not "like like" you) and I love you (but only as a friend) it's the specifics that you'll despise at the end because when you get doThe Last Breath
Another Wasteit all started out as innocence when was it that such pain kicks in that the intentions change that the turn over sparks pain she says that you're the one she says that it'll all work then she fucks with your friends you care, or you don't it's enough to take your thoughtfulness and know you won't when's the last time you thought that something good could come from this that must be the last time you lied and when you lay in bed at night do you think about everlasting fright the times you'd cry the times you'd want to die do you want me to feAnother Waste
The Girl With The Gun...you've come to the realization that you've messed up again you stand to reach the foreign sound but nothing suspends you've held the gun for so damn long it's time to finalize the fate she talks to a while, that leads past denial and she stands to your face she raises the gun it's your time to die she watches the clock as it kills her time she thinks of your smile and your eyes and what they all meant to her she sits and thinks and tries to relive the joy that she thought she felt well your tears have burnt crevices into her face a teardrop of a solomn embraceThe Girl With The Gun...
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