Sleep?? Hah!
7:50am....nope still no sleep. I cannot be doing this...such a BAKA! Will someone shake me please??
You don't know how much I need you...when I am with you i don't feel blue... But it all was bull shit it was a god damned joke, and when I think of you and I, I hope you fucking choke! You don't know how much you've made me see, I lay in bed all day long feeling so meloncholy. But it all was bull shit it was a god damed joke, and when I think of you and I, I hope you fucking choke! So kill me! I want to die! Begging on my knees pretty pretty please! kill me! I want to die! Put a bullet in my heeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddd!! [guitar screeches and fades...]
lmao picture the beginning two lines and the two lines after the first "choke!" to be really slow and high pitched. The part where it's like "kill me" and so on is all really loud and screamed into the microphone. Hardcore lol. This song came into my head but don't think I wanna die or that I want someone to choke its nothing like that. I just thought of it because I was thinking about stuff going on and small parts of the song reminded me of it...but don't read into it really. It's just a good song.
The French are glad to die for love...A kiss on the hand may be quite continetual but diamonds are a girls best friend. A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental on your humble flats..or even help you feed your pussy cat. Men grow cold as girls grow old but they all loose their charms in the end, but square cut or pear shape these rocks don't loose their shape. Diamonds are a girls best friend. Cause we are living in a material world and I am a material girl.
You know that song is funny and all but it is really messed up...like how can you be all materialistic like that? Though sadly I have decided to agree with someone by saying that love eventually dies. Fireworks flare and then lye on the ground as an empty cartriage...so it was once grand and magnificent but then it was just considered a piece of trash lying on the ground. So what does this say about love? I think to damn much and it is now 8:15...bah. Well anyone want to disagree with this theory of mine? I could go for an argument, would be fun. Anyway good morrow everyone.