| THE LOOK I DIED FROM |
[15 Oct 2006|07:00pm] |
You can taste the heat now
Throw in the iron and
you got defiance
Your hair is so scene
It makes my bright eyes hurtxcore
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Swollen, Independant
Your open wound spills words
that slit my wrists.
You're an emo girl now.
Start crying your insecurities
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Your images make my drive grey
Crooked and third
personaly you're out of place
and out of your mind
Blurring the lines of Art(iculation)
Put yourself back into focus
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Sullen, Independant
Your open wound scream words
that slit my wrists.
You're an emo boy now.
Start crying your infidelities
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He didn't choose this role baby
since the day you sold his soul
with each bullet marked with his name
the trigger finger, trigger finger
Put yourself back into focus
Put yourself back into the crosshairs
that makes you swollen, independant, insecure and unaware of
your open wounds that spill your words spent from the barrel, from the barrel
of your trigger finger
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