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We are done. I will not be there when you finally decide to kick it and I will not be at your funeral. I don't care and I'm not gonna fake it. Fuck you and fuck your legacy of hatred, selfishness, and destruction.
On a related note, my insomnia and everything involved with that is back with a vengeance. Figures.
Argh..., I've got to get some sleep.
"Dance with me baby,
Let me hear your voice.
If I didn’t wanna fall for you I never had a choice.
Smear the makeup on my face,
Run your fingers through my hair.
I can not keep my heart from you and I don’t even care.
Yeah, you turn me inside out,
You make me shake and I can’t stop.
You give new meaning to drop dead gorgeous,
And I’m about to drop.
You are a song to me,
And every note of every chord will set me free.
There’s no time before you came along.
Three cheers for the end of twenty one years,
And nothing else is going wrong.
Reverberate and complicate my evenings and my days,
And I will only love you more,
Oh, I will count the ways.
Dance with me and when you see my pulse beneath my skin,
It’s racing now, I don’t know how to hold the burning in.
You’ve taken from me my defenses!
My will is under attack!
And baby when I wrap my arms around you,
I feel the bones in your back."
~Showbread, Oh! Emetaphobia!
On a related note, my insomnia and everything involved with that is back with a vengeance. Figures.
Argh..., I've got to get some sleep.
"Dance with me baby,
Let me hear your voice.
If I didn’t wanna fall for you I never had a choice.
Smear the makeup on my face,
Run your fingers through my hair.
I can not keep my heart from you and I don’t even care.
Yeah, you turn me inside out,
You make me shake and I can’t stop.
You give new meaning to drop dead gorgeous,
And I’m about to drop.
You are a song to me,
And every note of every chord will set me free.
There’s no time before you came along.
Three cheers for the end of twenty one years,
And nothing else is going wrong.
Reverberate and complicate my evenings and my days,
And I will only love you more,
Oh, I will count the ways.
Dance with me and when you see my pulse beneath my skin,
It’s racing now, I don’t know how to hold the burning in.
You’ve taken from me my defenses!
My will is under attack!
And baby when I wrap my arms around you,
I feel the bones in your back."
~Showbread, Oh! Emetaphobia!