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27 February, 2005
Angels With Dirty Faces
"i'm walking pollution
who's drained by delusions
on the verge of destruction
I cave in to abduction
thin blood I'm bleeding
my pulse won't stop racing
just as my heart explodes..."
I got a load of some Sum 41 songs. Man, they really suit my moods. Hell yearh. One part they're like sad, tha next thing u noe they're emo. U noe, throwing their guitars around. Anywae, I had enuff. I'm gonna get me a guitar plus a brand new amp. It sure gonna cost a T.N.T. but I'll juz haf to learn to save up, man. Btw, dis Wednesday's gonna be mum's birthdae. Shitz. I dunno wad to get for her. Some son I am, huh? Planned to buy her chocolates. Maybe they'll soften her heart. Hehe. And her birthdae falls on Cross-country too. Maybe I'll bring home a medal or two to please her. Why not..?
Yearh. I finally found out tha title of tha [untitled]. I'm S.L.O.W. Check out its lyrics, man:
"Living In Your Letters" - Dashboard Confessional
"I'm always assuming the worst,
but you're going on nonetheless
and there's nothing to cushion your heart led fall.
Letters from further away
keep pulling me close to home.
And there's something to cushion my callous sighs.
And I know that you hope for
longer good-byes
embracing for forever
and falling in your eyes.
(In your eyes, your eyes)
Pouring over photographs.
I'm living in your letters.
Breathe deeply from this envelope
it smells like you and I can't be
without that scent.
It's filling me
with all you mean to me.
(To me)
Continually failing these trials
but you stand by me nonetheless
and you won't let me sink
though I'm beggin you, I'm begging you
Phone calls from further away
and messages on my machine,
but I don't ever tell you this distance
seems terrible.
here is no need to test my heart,with useless space.
These roads go on forever,
there will always be a place, for you.. in my heart
So I'll hit the pavement
it's gotta be better than waiting
and pushing you far away
cause I'm scared.
So I'll take my chances
and head on my way up there.
'Cause turning to you is like falling in love when you're ten."
Man, I've got nuthing more to say. It's all in tha heart. Better Left Unsaid. Peace.
reminisced;
- 6:16 PM
