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[23 Jul 2004|12:15pm] |
It comes on like summer breeze and ends like winter freeze. All for just a measly four letter word. Fuck it. I will always be luckless. Reckless. Faceless. You are a disgrace to us.
I'LL NEVER FUCKING BELIEVE YOU...EVEN IF YOU ARE PRETTY...A BABYFACE DOESN'T MAKE YOU AN HONEST PERSON...REMEMBER THE SAME THING GOES FOR ME. MY MIND IS TWISTED OVER...GLASS KISSES AND MEMORIES...YOU'RE A FUCKING BACKSTABBING SLUT...YOUR GOOD DAMN LUCK YOU HAD A CHANCE TO FUCK ME!
Haven't you had enough? Drunk by 2 PM and you think you're tough. Messed up...FUCKED UP...BURNED UP...seeing triple. So fucking simple...you miss it. Dismissed it for your heart. Exsisted still at start. Mister Beautiful will you must have a heart...give up the glory of my wound because there are better things to do and both our deaths are coming soon.
YOU LIE LIKE A FUCKING DOG...YOU AREN'T WORTH THIS SONG...BUT THE SEX IS BETTER, I'LL AGREE...YOU'RE THE FUCKING PORTRAIT OF MY FUCK DREAMS...THE BOOZE IS ON THE TABLE...THE JOINT IS BEING LIT...I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO REMEMBER..BECAUSE I LIKE TO DEAL WITH THIS FUCKING SHIT...
My legs are weak and I am sick from one person's pain you tried to fix...I know you don't mean to be a prick. I exsist. I do not resist. And I never will resist you...beautiful... your eyes shine like the grass at 5 in the morning. Into weed and scoring. Adoring. The cool hot acid is pouring...I won't settle for ignoring...ignorance...And I don't know who wouldn't accept that...it's perfect.
BUT YOUR EYES LIE LIKE CRAZY MINDS...IT WOULD BE EASIER FOR YOU TO DIE...TAKE A LESSON FROM ME... IT'S HOT TO CRY...I KNOW YOU ARE DEEP SO YOU TELL ME WHY. YOU FUCKING CRAZY PRIZE...I NEED THOSE EYES...TAKE ME DOWN SO THAT YOU CAN RISE...NOT SUCH THING AS A STONER COMPROMISE
...Mister Beautiful, Mister Morning Eyes...will you...honestly come back tomorrow...or is it just a lie. And after the pipe is kicked, we'll be young and horny, we'll be fucking ripped. You'll press your soft lips into mine and hold me close to kill the time...you smell like resin...blowing my mind. It's so good to be able to get this kind. The way your glazed, naive eyes shine...
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING! THIS IS NOT...FUCKING AMAZING. YOU WILL NEVER FUCKING REPAY ME...THIS SHIT IS FUCKING CRAZY...I'VE HAD ENOUGH...KILL AND LAY ME! I WANT ONE OF MY OWN TO HAVE...MAYBE I DO LIKE PERVERTS, LIKE THAT, MAYBE I WANT TO LIVE FAST!
...I don't know if I can last...my mind bleeds masturbating to my past...Your eyes are the color of grass...only red and hazy...good contrast.
I AM THE ANGRY LITTLE BITCH, JAILBAIT, FULL OF HATE...BUT I COORPERATE...IT'S FUCKING TOO LATE....---
Here's what I got so far for the end of the story I wrote, first I write my own note...tip back your head and slit your throat...you hardly spoke...bring back the low...then next I slit my own...bring back the low. Something my heart should know...I will never grow...Still scars from years ago...I'll fade out slow...you'd never know...take on my silver lining...I am the queen of beauty findings...take on the rhyming...fade out like stoner eyes...with shine like the grass at five AM. I sure showed them....
I was stoned when I wrote it so the flow is kind of off, but with the right hardcore music I think it would be a good song...maybe needs some editing
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