how could love be so thoughtless so cruel, when all, all that i did was for you <3
all ive been doing for the past week, is thinking. about everything. and mostly about ror, and everything thats going on, and i just dont know what to do about my life. i skip constantly [again] and i smoke and just its no good. so i thought about me and larry, cause i was with him on sunday, and just about everything with him. and i was looking at some lyrics from a song i absolutely adore, and i realized its how i see larry. its the hurt.
Cherry Kiss by From Autumn To Ashes
Creation imperfect
Do you defy this?
Could you and your swollen ego fit into my master plan for failure?
I take the shame to heart and lock it away in a place thats sees not the light of day
I will use it when i see your face again
(your head in your hands and this is my cue,
if three words could heal you i would only speak two,
your eyelids grow heavy and this is my cue,
If three words could heal you i'd only speak two)
How could you think after all you put me through
and all you put on my shoulders that i would answer your cries for help?
(How could you think after all you put me through
and all you put on my shoulders that i would answer your cry for help?)
Unleash the rage built up (in my throat)
Show how you hurt me and hopefully you see
you have the power to destroy my will to live
my life is just so fucked up right now. all i want to do is keep myself busy but i barely have any friends left, so, i dont know what to do really. my weekends pretty full cause of work the only real plans i have are 1)pay my phone bill 2)west genny talent show 3)britt spends the night on friday.
other than that, nothing. i want to see Rory though....
ill leave you with some more ...
Short Stories With Tragic Endings by From Autumn To Ashes
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
the one thing that I cannot give you.
(Did you ever see that one person
and the way they do these things
and it hurts so much it's like choking.. choking?)
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I can give you death with the look upon my face.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss & no regrets;
you don't deserve good bye.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss & no good bye.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your lifeless hand.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
bye kids
Cherry Kiss by From Autumn To Ashes
Creation imperfect
Do you defy this?
Could you and your swollen ego fit into my master plan for failure?
I take the shame to heart and lock it away in a place thats sees not the light of day
I will use it when i see your face again
(your head in your hands and this is my cue,
if three words could heal you i would only speak two,
your eyelids grow heavy and this is my cue,
If three words could heal you i'd only speak two)
How could you think after all you put me through
and all you put on my shoulders that i would answer your cries for help?
(How could you think after all you put me through
and all you put on my shoulders that i would answer your cry for help?)
Unleash the rage built up (in my throat)
Show how you hurt me and hopefully you see
you have the power to destroy my will to live
my life is just so fucked up right now. all i want to do is keep myself busy but i barely have any friends left, so, i dont know what to do really. my weekends pretty full cause of work the only real plans i have are 1)pay my phone bill 2)west genny talent show 3)britt spends the night on friday.
other than that, nothing. i want to see Rory though....
ill leave you with some more ...
Short Stories With Tragic Endings by From Autumn To Ashes
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
the one thing that I cannot give you.
(Did you ever see that one person
and the way they do these things
and it hurts so much it's like choking.. choking?)
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I can give you death with the look upon my face.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss & no regrets;
you don't deserve good bye.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss & no good bye.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your lifeless hand.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
bye kids