My body aches with every breath I breathe and every tear I cry...
I'm so tired and emo right now. I got kicked in the head during the used on tuesday so my head really hurts still, and last night at brand new for jimmy kimmel live, my hips were squished. I saw dashboard tonight but now my throat hurts and i work, and then theres the party for my website. i'm just so tired. and boys are so mean, and man yeah... this just womps. I hate having my body not feel 100% because it's already disfunctional already. And I've been so patient, i just want things to go my way. to point at a guy and then he's mine. to breathe and not have pain coming from everybody part. I cut my hair. it's all gone and short. I'm not sure if i like it yet. at the moment i dont, i miss my hair. I saw dashboard in a huge venue... I feel very emo.
Good night to the memories I shared with you that night.
Tuck them in to bed like they're not meant to be awake.
Just close your eyes and dream...
Dream of fairytales I'd read to you at night,
Of all the broken hearts and beatings with beer bottles held tight
Dream of the burning sun and the night that we almost won the war with all our demons,
But they took our souls, held them with a gun
Dream of clouds that would turn into butterflies
As they fly with all our ideas into the wind.
But most of all, dream of all the nights you yelled at me with wishes,
That I could not supply.
You beat me down, with a mallet, hoping to cope with your pain.
It won't compensate for the reign of pain you cause. and the memories with flaws.
Good night to the memories I shared with you that night.
Tuck them in to bed like they're not meant to be awake.
Just close your eyes and dream...
Dream of fairytales I'd read to you at night,
Of all the broken hearts and beatings with beer bottles held tight
Dream of the burning sun and the night that we almost won the war with all our demons,
But they took our souls, held them with a gun
Dream of clouds that would turn into butterflies
As they fly with all our ideas into the wind.
But most of all, dream of all the nights you yelled at me with wishes,
That I could not supply.
You beat me down, with a mallet, hoping to cope with your pain.
It won't compensate for the reign of pain you cause. and the memories with flaws.