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God damnit Christoph var jobbig idag... I swear to god, om han är det igen så är det hans fingrar som kommer lida, och det är inte att lida lite :O I dont care om det var skämt eller inte, man skämtar inte att hoppa från 4 våningen... Speciellt inte att skämta att jag ska göra det... Om han bara var lite lättare så skulle han ligga på taket just nu...
I want to take back everything i've done,
Everything i've said,
Every breath i've take,
Removed,
Thats my solution to everything.
But when I sit in the window, waiting for it to happen,
Theres always someone begging me not to do it,
So what to choose?
Solve my problems and let this be the last breath ill ever take,
Or stay here, to suffer for staying here with you?
Jag slår vad om att ni trodde ni visste vem jag var... Det var nog däremot helt fel... Men det gör inget, alla gör fel ibland, förutom jag - jag är perfekt på alla sätt. Även om det verkar som att jag failar, så är det bara med mening ;)
I don't wanna try to be loved anymore
I don't wanna be scared anymore
Or to kill anymore
I DON'T want to kill anymore
I don't wanna be alone anymore
I don't wanna be anything anymore
I don't NEED a reason to kill myself
I need a reason not to
There isn't one.....
Flesh was to sever, a palette to harness the pain. With stainlesssteel, we took back control of our fate. His skin so fair, a newlystretched canvas. (here was born a filthy blood red mark)Redemptiondies hard when you've ripped out the roots at the seams. Pins andneedles bled our black blood hearts. Hold the knife closer, just ninemore steps toward the gate...You've already swallowed the key.
Have you ever heard a scream this for real? Have you ever shattered silence...
Perpetuate the unpredicted, dying for these scars we wear. Scars aretokens of the present. Refusing to accept our share of shit.
Scars are forever, a testimony to our needs, undaunted by our shallowlives, our need to bleed. Flesh was severed, a testimony to our needs,undaunted by our fragile lives, our need to bleed.
Undaunted by our fragile lives. Our flesh was severed to the bone.
Our need to bleed - Circle takes the square
I don't wanna be scared anymore
Or to kill anymore
I DON'T want to kill anymore
I don't wanna be alone anymore
I don't wanna be anything anymore
I don't NEED a reason to kill myself
I need a reason not to
There isn't one.....
Flesh was to sever, a palette to harness the pain. With stainlesssteel, we took back control of our fate. His skin so fair, a newlystretched canvas. (here was born a filthy blood red mark)Redemptiondies hard when you've ripped out the roots at the seams. Pins andneedles bled our black blood hearts. Hold the knife closer, just ninemore steps toward the gate...You've already swallowed the key.
Have you ever heard a scream this for real? Have you ever shattered silence...
Perpetuate the unpredicted, dying for these scars we wear. Scars aretokens of the present. Refusing to accept our share of shit.
Scars are forever, a testimony to our needs, undaunted by our shallowlives, our need to bleed. Flesh was severed, a testimony to our needs,undaunted by our fragile lives, our need to bleed.
Undaunted by our fragile lives. Our flesh was severed to the bone.
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