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Current thoughts
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August 26, 2008, 01:28:am
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Within the recesses of my foul little mind I sometimes wonder where it all began, why the hell I'm here and why the hell do I feel certain things. A while back a good friend of mine said that he loved me and that truely confused me. How would he or anybody know for that matter what love is. There is no solid evidence that such an emotion that causes you to feel completely safe and relaxed with another person. I don't think it can happen, but don't let me and my pessimisticness get you down. Make up your own definition of love and live by it. I guess I could never make up my own because I have never felt such a feeling before. The only time I have ever really felt completely safe is when I'm in a deep sleep. And there is nothing in the vast space but me, completely relaxed. Maybe love can only happen in dreams.
I need to stop rambling. Bye
Mood: Saddened
Music: High Hopes by Pink Floyd
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Play Dead- The Birthday Massacre
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January 17, 2008, 09:49:pm
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Hey people. I put up these lyrics because I think no matter who you are you should be able to relate to them in some way. THE BIRTHDAY MASSACRE KICKS ASS!!!
And boys are so cold
They speak without meaning
The only time they talk is in their sleep
And girls are a bore
Their touch without feeling
Their secrets always far too grim to keep
And up until now
You've lived in their shadows trying hard to please them
But they'll never change
As long as there breathing
Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our broken hearts will wonder why
The make-up just won't hide the scars of time
And boys are so cruel
So don't let them find you tonight
And girls are so vain
So put them behind you tonight
I'll cast you a spell
A magic where everyone plays dead forever
And after tonight they'll never remind you
Thinking hurts And thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our broken hearts will wonder why
The make-up just won't hide the scars of time
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