"Done With You"
-Papa Roach
I count the days that we have spent apart
I've got a bad liver and a broken heart
There's no salvation in the comfort of you
I finally realized you're tearing me apart
So help me, save me, tell me that the end is near
Help me, save me, tell me that the end is near
I am done with you
You made my life completely miserable
You drove me to the edge, you've caused me all this pain
But I've always loved you 'cause you're oh so special
I'm broken and I'm alone and I cannot maintain
Done with you
I am done with you
I am done with you
I am done with you
I count the days that we have spent apart
I've got a bad liver and a broken heart
Help me, save me,
Tell me that the end is near
Help me, save me,
Tell me that the end is here
I am done with you
Because you and me are through
You couldn't help me
You couldn't save me
Now I know the end is here
I am done with you
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I Think I'm Breakin' Up
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names can never hurt me."
I must say that whoever said that is full of shit. Physical pain is sooo much easier to endure than emotional pain. People are assholes. Especially people who talk smack about you behind your back. They only do it because they're scared to say it to your face because they know you'll beat their ass. Stupid pansies. Just like how people write on bathroom walls. What's the point of that? Do you think you're BA because you wrote on a door? I beg to differ. Two-faced fake bitches piss me off. Get the hell out of my life, because it's none of your business. Damn.


I must say that whoever said that is full of shit. Physical pain is sooo much easier to endure than emotional pain. People are assholes. Especially people who talk smack about you behind your back. They only do it because they're scared to say it to your face because they know you'll beat their ass. Stupid pansies. Just like how people write on bathroom walls. What's the point of that? Do you think you're BA because you wrote on a door? I beg to differ. Two-faced fake bitches piss me off. Get the hell out of my life, because it's none of your business. Damn.


Monday, March 21, 2011
Cats? I think not..
So..I've decided that Ima unfortunately become an old woman with a shit ton of gerbils.
Why gerbils you may ask?
Because cats, in my opinion, suck.
And this sucks.
Blahh.
I complain entirely too much, but hey, I have reason..
Sunday, March 20, 2011
You Build Me Up
Then tear me down.
You'd have to use more than a cup
to catch all the blood and pain
seeping out of the veins in my heart and soul.
[It's starting to rain.]
You're making me feel worthless;
I thought you were someone I knew,
but you couldn't give a shit's less.
You don't even have a clue.
I know I have a knack for ruining people's lives,
but I never thought I'd ruin your's.
Whatever you do, you better keep me away from the knives.
You've closed all the doors
that I thought were open for me.
I felt so happy and full of glee,
but now I'm back to where I was.
But it's ok,
'cause you're not bothered in the least.
Friday, March 18, 2011
I Cry Alone
I sit here in my room
wondering when this will end;
With bad thoughts that still loom,
I need to learn how to fend
off the nightmares,
the creatures that attack.
But no one cares.
All of you lack
what I need to go on.
Please help me
before I'm already gone.
I want to be free.
I thought he cut the chains.
I thought everything was done.
But still, everything remains
I'm not even close to having fun.
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