tuesday wakes up silent and there arent enough pills to sleep.
-thursday, i am the killer
This night, walk the dead, in a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates, in the dress your husband hates. way down, mark the grave, where the searchlights find us drinking by the mausoleum door, and the found you on the bathroom floor!!
- my chemical romance, cemetery drive
i will change back to myself, in the flame, we burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents, we're to lost, to lose hope, maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much to bright for us to see that we are cured.
- thursday, tommorow ill be you
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers....
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Originally Posted by Shooting Star
Remember kids: It's only real metal if the vocalist sounds like he's vomiting up a fetus. \m/
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