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yeah not like it matters but these r some of my favorite song bits and they usully sometimes say how i feel so i put um im here to c if you like um to
-never Again.
I'll slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine.
Maybe when you find out that I'm dead,
you'll realize what you did to me.
-I dream about how it's going to end
Approaching me quickly
Leaving a life of fear
I only want my mind to be clear
People making fun of me
For no reason but jealousy
I fantasise about my death
I'll kill myself from holding my breath
My suicidal dream
Voices telling me what to do
My suicidal dream
I'm sure you will get yours too
-When I, I wonder why I try
And I, I wonder why I bother
And I, I wonder why I cry
Why I, I go through all this trouble
-take a gun called hate up against your heart, and pull the trigger(Funeral for a friend bullet theory)
-Believe me when I say that I love you, angel, because I do
But accidents will happen...and they do.
-when your left with only a bullet ill bring the trigger and a promise to pull it ill be the end of everyone whos ever entered your life and taken pieces out of it ill give you enough time to regain your composher to reconstruct a heart thats torn apart for over exposher i know forever isnt long enough to forget the faces and places that played out you tragity
-my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me so wont you kill me so i die happy my heart is yours to fill or bearst or whear as jewlry witch ever you prefur
-yep thats not all but im done for now
-never Again.
I'll slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine.
Maybe when you find out that I'm dead,
you'll realize what you did to me.
-I dream about how it's going to end
Approaching me quickly
Leaving a life of fear
I only want my mind to be clear
People making fun of me
For no reason but jealousy
I fantasise about my death
I'll kill myself from holding my breath
My suicidal dream
Voices telling me what to do
My suicidal dream
I'm sure you will get yours too
-When I, I wonder why I try
And I, I wonder why I bother
And I, I wonder why I cry
Why I, I go through all this trouble
-take a gun called hate up against your heart, and pull the trigger(Funeral for a friend bullet theory)
-Believe me when I say that I love you, angel, because I do
But accidents will happen...and they do.
-when your left with only a bullet ill bring the trigger and a promise to pull it ill be the end of everyone whos ever entered your life and taken pieces out of it ill give you enough time to regain your composher to reconstruct a heart thats torn apart for over exposher i know forever isnt long enough to forget the faces and places that played out you tragity
-my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me so wont you kill me so i die happy my heart is yours to fill or bearst or whear as jewlry witch ever you prefur
-yep thats not all but im done for now