Bring Me My Scissors Aggie?For hours on end I contemplate I plan your end I fell as if I'm manic And deprived of Detter judgement On the other hand i'm Vindicated, but looking back i don't know Now maybe there's something there that wasnt The hate! I use to love the way you smelled Now it just makes me sick I despise your laugh I loathe your voice You fucking piece of shit Look down on me One more time Enjoy my suffering While you still have eyes I've thought this out Far too much Its time for My plans to take effect Stop cuttiBring Me My Scissors Aggie?
Plastic SwordsMetaphorically speaking, You're the break, In my spine The reason I can't move More than half the reason I'm dying My nerves refuse to work My chest, burns With every shallow breath I try to take I fall short of expectations It's amazing how Lined and laced Though my vision is distorted I see your face You always look the same! Perfect in every, fucking way The way I wish I was Looking down on me In my pathetic, state You feel nothing You try to show compassion But compassion breeds pity I don't want your pity! FPlastic Swords
AsphyxiaI'm falling Dorwning and no one can save me I look at you and my insides fly Deprivation entangles me Asphyxiation makes my cry out For when I see you I can't remember, I forget how to breatheAsphyxia
It's people like you People like you, dear That make the most
Stable of us insane I want you to know that One day the effects Of this will set in And I'll sit back and smile As I let the pain win As I let you win
You've finally made my heart Pound so infinately hard That it burst in my chest Its much eas
No Title YetIncapable of compassion In hazy, vauge human dreams And memories The only clear part Is when i see us When i can feel my head against your chest I can trace the bones under your flesh I can all but taste you again I can outline every vein See your every scar And trust, I feel the pain, love But it takes me where you areNo Title Yet
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