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You Are Your Father's SonSame brown eyes, trademark smirk,You Are Your Father's Son
Oh yes, you’ve got the family curse.
Straight A student, the best friend.
A perfect poker hand.
Cause everyone applauds you when you’ve won.
After all, you are your father’s son.
Daddy dearest drunken stumbles home.
Hear Momma cry, cause she’s so alone.
And the arguments? The lover’s spats?
Remember, they’d end in swears, can still hear the slaps.
In the morning, try to act like there’s nothing wrong.
Momma mutters how you wrote the cutest song
And Daddy looks at you and slurs his word
by ~A-Beautiful-Martyr
You Won't Forget About MeYou’re a liar I’m just a shame Like guilty kisses between friendsYou Won't Forget About Me
We’ll pass off the blame Of this failed relationship of ours And like it’s sure to rain on your wedding day You won’t forget about me
Broken lives drawn to broken lies I just couldn’t help myself But crawling into bed with you Was enough to make me sleep
And like kisses on the cheek lead to weak knees You won’t forget about me
All the ‘I know this hurts, it was meant to’ s in the world Couldn’t save you tonight Cause the ghosts return to their haunting grounds And th
by ~A-Beautiful-Martyr
Won't You Help Me BreatheThe door’s open Come take a look inside my mind These feelings are suffocating me Won’t you help me breathe?Won't You Help Me Breathe
I know, you know, you’ll have to help me again I don’t think that I’d die without you But I wouldn’t be where I am today
Is it bad that I feel like this?
These-these hearts I let you break them Set ‘em up to watch you knock them down Enjoying every minute of the time you spent
Leaning on my shoulder feeling sorry for yourself
Break the hearts and break the promises you made; I’ll be here for you
I don’t want to hurt you But
by ~A-Beautiful-Martyr
These Are No CigarsYou’re close, but these are no cigars Just cheap drug-store cancer sticks You so lovingly call these deathbeds your friends They so lovingly call you a waste of breath Can’t you hear it breaking? That’s the sound of your respect It lies shattered on the floor Don’t you see the pieces? Broken pieces of yourself?These Are No Cigars
Take another ragged breath And try to calm all those screaming doubts Before there’s nothing left But a shadow of the shadow of yourself Hidden well, behind that fog Clouding, cataract over ice blue eyes A caricature of life and death
by ~A-Beautiful-Martyr
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- Interests: Reading, listening to music, talking to friends, writing poetry, thinking, being hopelessly random
- Favourite movie: Juno, Titanic
- Favourite band or musician: Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco, All Time Low, The Academy Is...Cobra Starship, etc...
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative/rock/punk Whatever you want to call it.
- Favourite artist: I dunno
- Favourite poet or writer: Chuck Palahniuk, Robert Frost. J.D Salinger
- Favourite photographer: o_O I have no clue...
- Favourite style of art: Once again: No clue...
- Operating System: What?
- MP3 player of choice: I-Pod Nano I guess
- Shell of choice: It's pink. Does that count? o_O
- Wallpaper of choice: Don't have one.
- Skin of choice: Eh...I dunno.
- Favourite game: Hmm...That's a tough one. I don't really have a favorite
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation 2
- Favourite cartoon character: Waaaay too many to count
- Personal Quote: It's not nice to lie about bringing sexy back, damnit!
- Tools of the Trade: Paper...pencil...pretty much anything that I can use to write/write on when inspriation strikes
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I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
~P!nk "Sober"
I love your writing, sweetie, color me envious...
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I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
~P!nk "Sober"
Well remember its illegal in some states to lick a doorknob!!
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Your the fallen angel they told me about.The one I knew I would never doubt.
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"This is Band Camp. It's not supposed to be easy. If it were easy, we'd be football players." ~ My band director
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"This is Band Camp. It's not supposed to be easy. If it were easy, we'd be football players." ~ My band director
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"This is Band Camp. It's not supposed to be easy. If it were easy, we'd be football players." ~ My band director
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"This is Band Camp. It's not supposed to be easy. If it were easy, we'd be football players." ~ My band director
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"This is Band Camp. It's not supposed to be easy. If it were easy, we'd be football players." ~ My band director
If you need any help, your welcome to ask me
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I used to be with it. But then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems scary and wierd. It'll happen to you." - Abe Simpson
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