i just have no inspiration. and whatever i'm thinking of doesn't want to come out on paper.
i guess it's a writers block.
whatever it is, it's annoying.


breathlessit's kickin' in and i can tell cause you've got this cover that you wear so well but it's breakin' through yeah it's comin' out and i'm scared for you i'm scared for youbreathless
cause everyone i know has got this damn disease and every time i turn around the waves crash over me and i'm feeling so helpless cause it's leaving you breathless and i'm scared for you
it's taking over you're breaking down i know you're worried i can see it now but it's breakin' through yeah it's comin' out and i'm scared for you i


haunt myself.i'm not so sure of myself sometimes i'm a wreck my insecurties haunt me and i can't get no resthaunt myself.


a pushi should have told you this before you got sick so wherever you are tonight i hope you hear it, somehow now in my dreams i only see you standing there and every night the picture fades and becomes more uncleara push
im starting to forget your face your jaw line and your cheeks but i could never forget your eyes thats not possible (they were so beautiful) so break these wings,
im not gonna fly anymore break these wings i won't fly anymore
my words fell short everytime, i tried to say what was on my mind now youre not here to hold me down &n


dark lightsyou keep your focus as i say something ridiculous cause i cant think straight when youre infront of me i always head right for the back with these dark lights and hard floors i just wait for the questiondark lights
i wrote this song about you, but i dont even know your name so if by some crazy chance you see this find me, just find me just find me, find me.


Justhe's your crutch, glad I never ended up that way, but hell you should be glad you're not me. haven't seen you in years, only once ever saw you in tears. Cause without him what are you? cause without this where do you belong? but hell you should be glad you're not me.Just
car wreck appetite, unhealthy looking eyes, who's to blame but the pit of ourselves? wrapped up for shipping and here we go. car wreck appetite.
where have you been all these years? you're as buried as us you're as buried as us where have you been all these years? &


the last cigaretteswaying waves of happiness unraveled on the floor and I don't think I can take tonight, can't take it anymore When you see me staring back through you, in the ocean on the floor do you imagine where I was today, or was I underneath the stairs? I was climbing trees gripping my hands and knees saying who really cares? so the winter falls around us and we're running for the door the leaves are gone from the trees so we can't hear them anymore. the season has taken the other one's life like the ocean gripping floorthe last cigarette
taking me down to it's shore as I walk along the separation of the


don't count on it.sleepless nights and unopened fights, the drawers are shut but the clothes still seep out. the tie wasn't properly done, but it still stole the audience, and the cheer of the crowd made up for it. The sun rises in the east of this town, where I am not. The sun is always setting on my side of town,don't count on it.
and the skies are the only thing not lieing to me, for the birds are being shot down, planes are crashing and clouds only form warning. If I cannot tie this tie, and I cannot sleep, where will I end up? tomorrow, or the next day? If these fights do not unravel to reveal w


All I ever wantedFor 21 years you have been my only, there are very few times I feel like you showed me exactly how important I was to you.All I ever wanted
I feel like I have given so much
and gotten so little in return.
Only one of us can be the parent, Dad.. I try so hard to see you,
I make an effort and you shut it down.
I feel like you have your own life and your children are not a part of it.
You have never been the mature parent,
I get that.
You have never been very close to us,
I get that too.
You may never be able to change the past
but you can always create a
follow me out of town?
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
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bigt
DEVIANTART! What's crackin homes I have smething very funny to tell you!
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