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me and him, fucking? baby, what makes you think hes that special?

youre favorite weapon?

ill [tell all your friends]

sing[ing]the sorrow..as they yell [sign sign death house].

[this isnt] where you want to be.

 

Youre Head In Your Hands [And This Is My Cue] If Three Words Could Heal You [I'd Only Speak Two].

babble babble bitch bitch rebel rebel party party sex sex sex and dont forget the violence

Look how pretty she is when she falls down. Three cheers for revenge.

Our hearts are used up, cracked and dried. Pulled the scabs off of regrets. We havent learned to read our conscience yet.

   Wrap me up in plastic because
                                                  I'm feeling pornographic now

.::The greastest lovers were murders first::.

  Baby the bloods already been spilled
                       and no amount of [ crying ] will wash
                                        the red from your guilty hands...

I fOuNd My HeArT iN a PaWn ShOpPe BaBy

 arrows  don't always
      p       o       i       n      t     
 straight at your heart.
               </3

 What will it take to show you that its, not the life it seems. I told you time and time again, you sing the words, BUT DONT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS! To be a joke and look, another line without a hook, I held you tight as we both shook, for the last time, take a good hard look.

 i'll be the phonograph that plays
                          --- your favorite albums back ---
                        as your lying there, drifting off to sleep

 that second beer was such a turn on.....

 we could enjoy this life together
 convince me console me
 tell me that i'll be coming home soon, my love
 when we're together that place
 the day you broke my heart</3

 You  weren't like the others.
                     With their empty eyes and plastic smiles.

Fuck with me and you'll sleep with worms

This is because of you I don't believe Tongue tied an institue of my relief You're my, my reason to shame [my reason to shame]

Tonight...I will sleep with a gun in my mouth...Goodnight, my love

*I was 5 years old my best friends older brother died, he fell from these cliffs, the river washed him away the current pulled him downstream, in our eyes, floating in the  headlights, so we parked these cars, parent's garage, listen to the lullaby of Carbon Monoxide*

*There's music playing, But we dance to the beat Of our own black hearts, And draw diagrams, Of suicide on each other's wrist ,Then trace them with razor blades*

.:'':..Whatever poisons in this bottle..:'':..
                       ';*will leave me broken, sore and stiff*:'
    ;:'"+But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at+"':;
         ';*++ he owes me one last wish++*';
            (+So here's a present to let you know I still exist+)   ihopethenextboythatyoukisshassomethingterriblycontagiousonhislips

.::Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games. At nine years old, there is no such thing as shame::.

a true smile goes a long way
but a broken hurt goes even longer
i hate to say it
but now im going to
i wish i never fell in love with you

after church is when we all sin. i never did like cheap sex in my sunday best

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

best friends means i pulled the trigger...best friends means you get what you deserve....best friends means we go down together

Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write

Don't ask me to fight your wars, screw your cheap whores.

don't worry about the gun in my hand i''m going to make you famous

Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chooses the guy who makes you wanna kick and scream
All along i wish that you would stay
Fuck the guy who took and ran away

FUCK YOU
a n d  y o u r
F A L S E
b e a u t y

goodbye sniper, i shoot, you run

 

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