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Any spirit left in me is fading fast
Could you throw another stone to ease my pain?
Could you throw another stone to seal my fate?
'Cause I didn't believe in this world anymore, anymore
I don't believe in me
And if I can rise above this I'll be saved
Can anybody save me?
And if I can die for love, then I'm enslaved
Can anybody save me?
Second chances are too few and far between
Will to change this circumstance eludes me still
Should I grow another shell in which to live?
Should I grow another shell and not forgive?
'Cause I don't believe in this world anymore, anymore
I don't believe in me
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye cruel world
And if I can rise above this I'll be saved
Can anybody save me?
And if I can die for love, then I'm enslaved
Can anybody save me?
Goodbye cruel world at last you see me drown
Goodbye cruel world
Could you throw another stone to ease my pain?
Could you throw another stone to seal my fate?
'Cause I didn't believe in this world anymore, anymore
I don't believe in me
And if I can rise above this I'll be saved
Can anybody save me?
And if I can die for love, then I'm enslaved
Can anybody save me?
Second chances are too few and far between
Will to change this circumstance eludes me still
Should I grow another shell in which to live?
Should I grow another shell and not forgive?
'Cause I don't believe in this world anymore, anymore
I don't believe in me
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye cruel world
And if I can rise above this I'll be saved
Can anybody save me?
And if I can die for love, then I'm enslaved
Can anybody save me?
Goodbye cruel world at last you see me drown
Goodbye cruel world
Devious Journal Entry
That boy, take me away, into the night
Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest
I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark
Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask of a familiar name on a birthday card
Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene
Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Things cannot be re
Devious Journal Entry
All of us are dark inside. It takes many different forms in many situations in many people; but at our core we are all selfish and evil. Love that person more than anything? You will hurt and betray her and have her betray you in turn. Bring a child into the wold? That child will grow to hate you. We replace people in our life on stupid whims; we stab each other in the back for a moments attractive opportunity; we beat on our freinds to make ourselves feel better.
There is no such thing as unconditional love or eternal love; these are foolish cotton-candy beleifs made up by teenage girls and idealistic brainwashed men.
We are motivated sim
My insanity
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Insanity
I talk to myself. I wander the echoing hallways of my mind; which looks like a moving, echoing, vast, Heironymous Bosch painting. I create people to talk to in order to tell myself things i don't want to hear, or that i need to hear; i invent sublte variations of myself who take liberty to shapeshift into other people in order to make a point. I will avoid talking to all my freinds and then talk to a mirror for half an hour. I usually do not notice when i start doing this but can usually stop when i want to. As long as i distract myself; otherwise i will go right back to my schizophrenic conversations. I can also propel
What the fuck do i do with my life now?
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What the fuck do i do with my life now?
All i do is sit on my roomate's computer all day--i couldn't even break my addiction when MY computer broke-and look at FaceBook and DeviantArt. The only reason i don't turn FaceBook off completely is a) boredom and b) its the easiest way to talk to my gf and notice when shes home. But then i spend all fucking day on it, seeing whats new with my freinds and the stupid groups im part of. I get depressed and draw about it and then i feel better and still draw about it cause nothing else fucking inspires me anymore except pain and blood and suicide and self-harm. I don't even fucking have anything t
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