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Now I've got something you have to see
They put something inside of me
The smile is red and its eyes are black
I don't think I'll be coming back



Everywhere now reminding me
I am not who I used to be
I'm afraid this has just begun
consequences for what I've done



You were never meant to see
All those things inside of me
Now that you've gone away
I'm just tryin' to find my way



This paranoia turns to fear
This too is whispering in your ear
Pretending but I know you hear
That's how we fucking end up here



Can I ask you something; what did you expect?
So disappointed with what you get
Do you ever want to just get outta here
So disappointed; just disappear



IÂ’ve gotta let go
IÂ’ve gotta get straight
WhyÂ’d you have to make it so hard?
Let me get away
I think I could lose myself in here



Broken, bruised, forgotten, sore
too fucked up to care anymore
Poisoned to my rotten core
Too fucked up to care anymore




It's getting harder to tell the two of you apart
I don't believe you can even remember which one you are
Thrive
Just become
Your disease
Take
What you want
What you deserve
Yes
Yes of course
This is going to hurt

Hold me near
While I'm still here

bet u did














mUA EI KIINNOSTA ENÄÄ KIITOS VITUSTI YRITYKSISTÄSI MUTTA NE EI RIITÄ VAIKKA NE JOSKUS TUNTUKI TOSI KIVALTA

kuinka karseen kuulosta voi saaha upeesta bändistä??????????+ jokasella bändillä on toki epäonnistuneet biisinsä, mutta tää on niin ylivedetty että ei perkele D: aivan liikaa konerumpuja ja sellasia nykymusiikin vaikutteita tässä kappaleessa että meinasin oikeesti oksentaa mun klementiinit ylös kun kuuntelin, eieieieiieiei ei ei Bizkit saa ruveta tällaseeeeeennnnnnnn or all hope is gone :--|

And all the thoughts I have of you, make me wish we never met
And I don't care where you lay your head at night
I know I wont miss the smell of you in my room
Drive home and think about the things I said
You never learn from this you just expect

Drown your sorrow in this bottle
It's full of the things I'll never say to you
You always want what you can't get
I always want what I'll regret.
Try walk a day in my shoes
You'll know exactly how I feel
I can't get you out of my head
But I can't get out of my own bed

DonÂ’t let me go down this road again
We both know where this ends
In a storm of feeling, IÂ’m so unappealing
I canÂ’t play these games




KOSKA NECK DEEP IDGAF

"Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek-
the eyelash on her cheek-
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her..
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked-
when she talked-
when she talked-
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time.
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work..
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line..
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking..
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but..
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars..
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe.
How she blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out-….
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad..
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on. ”

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