Scars of a PunkIt's late right now, and I'm alone, so I won't lie to myself. I don't know where you are tonight, but baby, I can't sit with you in that pile of beer cans forever. This was never the life I wanted to lead. God, when I was young it meant more. We sat on roof tops talking about anarchy and revolution. Like there was still some sort of hope. We had the sort of faith that children have after the 'happy ending', but it was never that simple. Baby, what are you doing? Do you just want another drink? another fuck? another way to forget that this is everything you hate? I know you're burnt out, but don't burn up. EverScars of a Punk
Fear and WaitingI’m late again And absolutely terrified Of what might be inside of meFear and Waiting
This fear is excruciating All I can do now is wait For blood
What a nuisance it was in my youth This cycle That now serves as my savior or destroyer
I can’t take this kind of fear That wakes me up at 3 a.m. Hyperventilating with panic Thinking about my 16 year old life With his child
The reaction Of my Christian mother That I will die disappointing
I can’t imagine my life
As another statistic
I pray to bleed
For JoeWhy is it now that I think about you? Now, on this desolate night, hundreds of miles from home. In this lonely barren room, between these four walls that are caving in on me. It’s been so long, I can barely remember your face, or the sound of your voice, time has buried you. All I can remember are the parts of you I see in myself. The things you left behind.For Joe
You and I ravaged one another. We tore each other apart desperately seeking things one can only find in themself. I know that you loved me, I have never doubted that. But it will never make up for what you did to me. You sold my innocence for your happiness. You depredated m
No Fight - No BlameNever in my life, before or since, do I remember a night as hot and still as that night. It was oven heat, opressive, like a noose around my neck, tightening... tightening... until I was forced to break its hold or choke on the humid darkness.No Fight - No Blame
I knew in my heart that I shouldn\'t go to him, not that night. I couldn\'t listen to myself, though... nor could I listen to the friends who begged me to let them go, or to wait for awhile. It would come down to just the two of us there for what was about to happen... no one to save me from him. No one to save him from himself. No one to remind me of the holes he had punched in wall
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Darkness cover me. Deny everything for me
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"....perfection through silence..." -Finch
everything it use to stand for is dead...
everything i use to mean to you is dead...
we are dead.
it's funny who you give your heart to.
i miss you dani.
you need to get off your ass and upload.
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the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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