She said
"don't, don't let it go to your head
Boys like you are a dime a dozen,
Boys like you are a dime a dozen"
She said
"you're a touch overrated,
you're a lush and I hate it
but these grass stains on my knees
they won't mean a thing"

And all I (all I)
Need to know (need to know)
Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin
(is that I'm somethin that you're missin)
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that...

I'd never lie to you
Unless I had to
I'll do what I got to
Unless I had to
I'll do what I go to, the truth
is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleedin on your shirt

And all I (all I)
Need to know (need to know)
Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin
(is that I'm somethin that you're missin)
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that...

Cuase I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be last chance you get to drop my name
Cuase I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be last chance you get to drop my name

If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar

Yes, you will always be remembered for your good
ways. You seem to be close and caring around
your family and other people you really know.
You will be a major loss for them. There will
be an empty spot once you are gone. It may
sound morbid to you, but it could also be good.
Keep on with your great ways. You will have a
beautiful funeral.


What Type of Funeral Will You Have? Will You Be Missed Once You're Gone?
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Eb major - you are warm and kind, always there for
your friends, who are in turn there for you.
You are content with your confortable life and
what you are currently achieving; if you keep
in this state you will go far.


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i'm bored

ok, me and my friend chris wrote a poem/song thing.

the parts with the * are mine


This is My Love Affair With a Jagged Scrap of Metal;
These Are The Times That Try Men's Souls


all distinctions must be sunk into the same name
"depression."
these capsules are counterfiting my identity
*the identity which i choose not to share with those i deem unacceptable*
and they say "these are the times, that try men's souls"
*"the times where all men will be held accountable for their actions"*
but i feel as if my actions are accounting for me,
holding my head under water
*and this water is cold, i won't have to fight for long*
and this world is ugly, i won't have to be here for long
the sky bleeds an aray or red, i wonder if it cut's it's wrists too
*these scars are still raw, and know i'm bleeding for you tonight*
i'll drain myself of imperfections, renew my viens,
and inhale deeply, inhale you deeply
*please know i do this because i care, not for the thrill*
when my blood gathers in the creases of this tile,
its your reflection that i see
and you say
"when you cut, you're cutting me"
and i say
"these are the times that try men's souls,
and these are my emotions, that you can't see"
*that you shall never see as long as i have air within my lungs*
but this nicotine addiction, is causing them to turn black,
and i fear that my heart is rotting too
*rotting from the loss of blood*
*and the loss of love that you so easly bestowed upon me*
since you asked me if there was another,
and i shamefully nodded,
my eyes couldn't lie, and my wrists can't hide.
this is my love affair with a jagged scrap of metal.
*i have felt more from this razor*
*then i have ever felt from you,*
*except for the pain you bring me*
your monumental blame,
brought this upon me.
"when you cut you're cutting me"
did you ever know, you're cutting me?
i've lost control of my senses
and my subconscious is lying at your feet,
and so is the razor,
stained with your biological traces
*and these cuts run as deep as the hurt you give me*
and they say "these are the times, that try men's souls"


tell me what you think.