im just a toyWhy am i always a fling just a little fuckin play thing why do i always get used just to end up abused should i give up looking for someone will i just end up with noone? it looks like this wil be true maybe i should try something new should i try to be someone else maybe i am not unique maybe some secrets i should keep i wish i could share this blame so i feel more then just shame.im just a toy
true beautyI wish you could see your beauty through my eyes because i know yours and your mind says nothing but lies I know my words mean nothing but they are waht i hold true this is all i wanted you to know with all thsi siad i think i should go i afried of anymore emotion i might show ill try to walk away but i doubt my feet will move so ill close my eyes instead and you can walk away and when i open them you will be gonetrue beauty
but in my heart i hope you'll stay
a comforting cold airthe cold air is a comfort for me it ices of all the bad things and the freash blanket of snow conceles my tracks, so i hide where noone knows and the chilling breeze reminds me that im alone that there is noone to keep me warm but the coldness is a confort to me it numbs all my pain and i'm greatful for the grey skies the provide a perfect place to hide so I'll like here in comfort as long as I feel the cold aira comforting cold air
mask of melancholyI'm staring at my mirror and wondering if its a refecltion of my soul when i stare it gets clearer one side is light the other dark and dullmask of melancholy
the same for when i look at you your expression is blank your sould appears emptey i look at you and see me
you hurt me once i took you back i try to fill u with bliss you wont let me in why do i love you i say the three words you wear you melancholy mask why do i love you?
Living the Lifei went to bed not breathingLiving the Life
woke up the exact same way i wish my heart was beating but it all has gone away i am dead to your world
wasting a life in mine bleeding away my sorrows just hoping not to find the jealousy that hides way down deep inside and im still living the life though so many years ago i died still living the life
still living the life waitingfor that day that day when i become so alive and full of colour till then i am stuck in a world of black and white till then i am stuck
just here living the life
bored
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If the world were a logical place, men would ride side sadle-Rita M. Brown
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Can't u, can't u trip like I do
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Can't u, can't u trip like I do
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