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And I'm just hoping that the urge has gone, Before I've ripped the plastic off..
And I'm just wishing soon my body will shrink, In the meantime I'll drown myself, Drink After Drink
And I've been trying to find the words to tell you what's wrong, And hoping you'll know by the end of this song.
But its all wrong.. all wrong.


youyouyouYou pulled me in with your voice. You spoke to me of new times, better pastimes. We talked of regaining our innocence. Somehow taking back all the wrongs and writing new rhymes. We ran wild on the streets at night. Fighting back the demons that chased us in the dark. You pushed them away. Held me safe through the trying times. Together we sang a song of hope, But over time the tempo changed and we became out of tune. Together we fled, Through the trees and under the shining rays or light. But we knew this wasn't right. You changed into something that scared me, &nbsyouyouyou


Phoebe D♥♥ Sitting out in the cold waiting for a train that would never come, they all felt I N C O M P L E T E Terrorised in their youth, just like the rest of us. A L O N E Some people just never find themselvesPhoebe D
I can relate
Their porceline faces stare out of windows to N O T H I N G They hope for a better existance. Running away with hopes of H A P P I N E S S Some people will never find true happiness.
I can relate
Warming Their hearts with the help others, they all felt like F A K E S Lover


DrowningI walk alone tonight. In this dark and desolate night, the rivers sing to me. They sing of beauty and eloquence; urging me to follow the debris. The lost souls drift to the bottom, never to seek salvation again. I savour the bitter taste of lonliness, because i know it'll see me through this. The shrill screams encircle me, begging for forgiveness. They dance around my world with great abandon, chasing away my sanity. I whisper my sorry goodbyes. "Beg me not to wail. If you can't imagine my sorrow, I can't forget this day." The icy water soaks my every pore as it steals the life from my lungs...Drowning


Over shouldersWe slept, smilingly, seepingly, Gathering dust, dew and just-dead flies. The gloam - grazing, silently weavingOver shoulders
Spindle; microtubules of
Sleepy thought and laughing gas.
Your piercing, erratic and ever-so-wasted Beauty of Mind Hung in the trees beside fragments of mine -
Lumpen and tripping and
Chimney-fucked-dusty, Sodden and rotten and
Tetanus-green-rusty.
The half-light shot spindle-thought clean into pieces, Left shards on our arms and thought-dust on our faces. We woke, faintly cracking, To gloam-busting morning, Goodbyed over shou


PorcelainA mind caked in mud and her head in the sky She's got that feline walk because her judgement's going blind Now the streets are paved with broken glass, like the sky with shattered clouds Directions are illusive when your eyes forget the ground Alive is the superlative - she's living second best Now the blood is flowing freely and she needs a place to restPorcelain
A porcelain face is easily shattered.
But the streets just keep on living like the clock just keeps on ticking And her feet are growing weary as the wounds that she's been licking Now her eyes are frosting
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Zut.
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That just makes no sense.
But sense doesn't suit me anyway.
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