...Later that evening...

Nov 30, 2004 22:52

I just talked to my dad, and he wants to kill me. He said fuck like every other word. He wants to kill. My truck is gone for now, and maybe for good =\. I dunno what to do. I dont know what to fucking do.

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(i was bored) (Just thinkin and bored) (for those of you who give a shit, dont worry, im not gonna go crazy or nothing, so dont get worried)

Some will learn; many do.
Cover up or spread it out.
Turn around, had enough,
Pick and choose or pass it on.
Buying in, heading for
Suffer now or suffer then.
It's bad enough
I want the fear... need the fear

Cause he's alone (he has become)
He's alone (he has become)

Well if they're making it, making it
Then they're pushing it, pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fits
That panic makes remorse

After all, what's the point?
Course levitation is possible.
If you're a fly; achieved and gone
Theres time for this and so much more.
It's typical - create a world
A special place of my design
To never cope or never care just use the key

Cause he's alone (where have we gone)
He's alone (where have we gone)

Well if they're making it, making it
Then they're pushing it, pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fits
That panic makes remorse

Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became
Over and Over a slave
Became

Well if they're making it, making it
Then they're pushing it, pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fits
That panic makes remorse

Well if they're making it, making it
Then they're pushing it, pushing it
And they're leading us along
The hassle of all the screaming fits
That panic makes remorse
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