| Keep screaming angel, 'cause I believe he'll hear you and I know you'll forget. It'll be over in seconds, just close your eyes and pray. 'Cause he'll hear you. -Screaming Angel. |
Making me upMaking beats with your voice and lyrics with my fingers. You are my muse just when you don't want to try.Making me up
That's my most beautiful art, even if my dreams have fallen down, and the perspectives are too low for you to comprehend. But my words will never make justice to your eyes.
You make me laugh
when I can't even smile, or the world around me that never rise above.
You take me with you, you make me fly.
Not my fault, that they'll never get how the description of love can't make up what other word
Let's count the pieces.I heardLet's count the pieces.
that you moved out from here, leaving a lonely boy, to reminisce his sorrow.
I hear all his tears at night, like crystal breaking every time the broke of.
He doesn't come out anymore. Doesn't have a reason to. Tried to find you at first but like you eventually, he gave up.
I don't feel sorry for him, but disgusted by you. Using the skin of a perfect world to ruin his, piece by piece.
I'll sing what I can't sayLook out the window and tell me what you see. Can you even feel the cold on your skin?.I'll sing what I can't say
You kicked me out, taking along my pride. Alone in the street. I can barely scream why would I?, you are not even trying to hear.
I didn't cry, and sorry for that one last call, but I'm on the breaking point.
That's the reason, that made me tear out my own heart so you can have all the pieces.
And after all, I hope to find you wearing the mask of a smile, so I can tell you how sorry I am for the lost of y
The TrainThe sound of the train makes me turn my head, like it makes me watch all those stranger's faces.The Train
I'm looking for nothing. I'm looking for on person dressed in white. One person who can remind me of who I am, and where do I come from, but it just a fake act. And my mind brings up again the fantasy I will never have in my hands.
So I'll hold on tight on the book, and feel the texture in my fingers. As people sleeps, I wanted to find some adventure. Like my only hope did. But I'm not anybody's problem. and I can't find somebody to
Where would be the fun on telling you about myself, if you got the chance to discover that yourself  ?. |
Devious Journal Entry
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hope to see you at the finish line...
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i have no sig...
go along with your lives
suushi on my thingy
AHHHHH
love you siis[link]
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