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Sunday, March 1, 2009
Someone ; 9:59 PM

Well I'm battered down
I'm burnt out like a half of a cigarette
And I'm passed out on the floor
Thinking am I happy yet?


I'm filmed in black in white
But you remember me in colors
Singing songs about my heartache
And my jealousy of others


It's hard to explain it
And hard to contain it
It's hard to explain how it feels

Til there's someone to cry about
Someone to fight it out
Someone to say

You're the reason they breathe

Til there's someone you're crazed about
The one you can't live without
Someone to say
You're the reason they breathe

I'm feeling kind of lonely
Cause I lost my train of thought
Tried to run away from thinking
But it only got me caught

I'm as open as a rose
When summers air can spare no rain
In this drought I'm almost dead
And in this sun I'm rather plain

Does it help you to cling to
The shell you've turned into?
I wish you the best and the worst


the little rocker

Little Miss Brightside
- Absolutely loves music

Have a nice day (:




ways to paradise

Gibson doves in flight
Kevin Kern's In My Life & Imagination's Light
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Johnny Got His Guns by Dalton Trumbo
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Five Greatest Warriors by Matthew Reiley
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