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so many times ive written these things
but i don't feel i've truly expressed myself
i didnt die that day, no
but i signed my death warrant
i've been bleeding out every day
every night i spend here thinking of you
but its not just you anymore
you spread across everything
the sorrow infecting every detail of life
shit when you spend 8 years on someone
not much doesn't make you think of her
but again, its not just her, its me
its this life
2am sitting alone in an empty motel
doesn't matter where doesn't matter who doesn't matter when
its always then there and alone
this veil of darkness, ever so thin
yet ever impenetrable
it's not that i want to die
i just can't take this pain
i want it all to end
i just want it to go away
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Let me die
twisted dreams of a shattered tomorrow
how do i live without your ghost
break against the shores of my mind
the void surrounds, never to escape its grasp
dare i sell my soul for salvation?
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twist
twisted fate brought forth this wasted life
every opportunity thrown away for her
all for her to throw me away
how much longer can this last
all brought back to the first night
the first night i took a blade to my wrist
there was an odd beauty
to the blood dripping down my arm
did you see the darkness of your soul
reflected back in my eyes
you seemed so angry yet i should have known
after all how many years did i use anger to mask the truth
to mask the sorrow, the pain
will i break today?
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Me
If i where to visualise this
Picture my pain, my sorrow, into this reality of ours
Its 2am sitting alone in a mostly empty motel room off the side of the highway
The tv is on but nothing is playing just the background noise
the static crackling
Dimly lit streetlights stream through the curtains
This is who i am
A 2am mostly empty motel room
Im so tired of life but I'm too scared to give up
I could do so much more
If only i could find the motivation
See thats the problem, it all comes down to motivation
Or lack of it I guess
I dont have much left in me
Even the memories of you are fading into dust
I had forgotten your voice, until I heard it in a video
Its not that Im sad
its that i dont feel at all
just empty,
as if i dripped out that night
through my veins split open wide
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Sorrow
Sorrow overwhelms and turns to despair
life becomes bleak
always starts off as a one night stand
lingers to a fling
then forgotten i become to you
yet never to me
color bleaches out of life
like the blood dripping out my veins
is the pain of you gone or have i merely accepted pain as my life
i doubt i'll ever know
have you seen blood dripping out into the snow
the beauty of the frigid wasteland
the same as what i saw
in her eyes
and in her soul
my life forever held in your grasp
everything is you
you leaked into life itself
etching yourself in every memory
i've run out of escapes from you
every night the demon pounds on the doors of my soul
one day the doors will break
and i'll finally finish
bleeding out
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break
break again on her subtle whispers
the memories will never leave you
i remember the last time you kissed me
your lips forever seared into my memory
your love, never forgotten
a zombie of the night you left me
i nearly forgot your voice yet now it torments me once more
perhaps it is true, one can never forget something
certainly not something as deadly as you
ill never forget the anger in your eyes
the worry the pain
ill never forget you as much as it kills me
my love
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I hate you
sometimes ill sit here
not doing much nothing left to distract me
i forget not to remember you
seeing you makes me think
the blood dripping down my wrists looked pretty good
it has been so long
my dearest love
still i break for you
yearning
my heart bleeds forever on in your name
no matter how i end you'll always have that
your name carved into flesh
just like that bench we sat on
and said i love you
you made me so happy
every night i would cry and try to bleed out the pain
never killing myself because i knew
i knew in the morning i would see your face
i hate myself for still loving you
i want to hate you for the things you did to me
i wish i could just forget
forget you entirely
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Smile
Why ask when you never truly care?
We all fade away alone and forgotten
It's merely a question of when
For fate that is yet to be determined
The only thing that remains a constant
Death and pain
This never ending cloud of depression
So I'll give you another smile
And say "I'm just tired"
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Haunting
The past forever haunts me
Perhaps merely for I am unable to let go
At what point do you pass the chance for change?
Locked into this pattern of depression and self-harm
Struggling to comprehend this delusion of life
Do we create our own existence or is our fate forever bound?
Today is not the day I die
But who can say when that moment will come?
When the blade cuts too deep
Internal mechanisms cease to turn
What strife have we obtained?
This love this pain
What is one without the other?
Forever a jumble I hopelessly try to understand
Counting down the days till I break again.
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Sirens call
Night after night
I hear the siren's call for steel
To feel its bite once again
Merely a matter of time before I crash and fall
Back into the fathoms below
How could anyone but sink
Under these crashing waves of depression?
There is a difference
Between these lines of blood in my wrist
And wanting to end it all
My dreams are empty now
The pain from you is gone
But the hole remains
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lines of fate
broken lines of fate
forever reaching towards one another
the one who was never to be yet always there
how ironic this life becomes
the best laid plans of mice and men
but never to achieve completion
here i'll walk beside you
forever as the friend you seek
it's never easy forgiving those who caused you pain
but it is of most necessity
crisscross this beaten path
the life we think we knew, ever changing
perhaps the key to salvation
was finally found
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where does it end
self trickery forever playing on
i truly thought this time would be the end
the true end to the darkness
so many days you left me in peace
to return and wrap yourself round my neck once more
hold tight
hold tight onto the colors
perhaps this can last
or be dragged down into the darkness
and succumb once more
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fuck off
death of the soul brings forth the agony within
for once the hope is lost the lust for life is gone
how many times have you burned my light to ash
my dearest hell
broken betrayed by you
forever trapped in your eternal hell
what links to you
or better yet
what cannot link to you
for i have yet to find anything that doesnt make me think of your face
your laugh
your smile
forever and ever i fall down this spiral
of agony
forever tormented twisted by you
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garbage
always try to say oh you're not alone we're here for you
for what? what fucking use are your words
where it matters
inside this devilry of a mind i am beyond alone
vast emptiness swallowing my screams
who else can compare
to the closeness of my demons wrapped around my neck
wrapped around my wrist keeping the blood from spurting out
the demons who slit my wrist in the first place
how the fuck could anyone understand
i can't even remember half the shit thats how deep ive gone
all i can remember is her
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so many times ive written these things
but i don't feel i've truly expressed myself
i didnt die that day, no
but i signed my death warrant
i've been bleeding out every day
every night i spend here thinking of you
but its not just you anymore
you spread across everything
the sorrow infecting every detail of life
shit when you spend 8 years on someone
not much doesn't make you think of her
but again, its not just her, its me
its this life
2am sitting alone in an empty motel
doesn't matter where doesn't matter who doesn't matter when
its always then there and alone
this veil of darkness, ever so thin
yet ever impenetrable
it's not that i want to die
i just can't take this pain
i want it all to end
i just want it to go away
twisted dreams of a shattered tomorrow
how do i live without your ghost
break against the shores of my mind
the void surrounds, never to escape its grasp
dare i sell my soul for salvation?
twisted fate brought forth this wasted life
every opportunity thrown away for her
all for her to throw me away
how much longer can this last
all brought back to the first night
the first night i took a blade to my wrist
there was an odd beauty
to the blood dripping down my arm
did you see the darkness of your soul
reflected back in my eyes
you seemed so angry yet i should have known
after all how many years did i use anger to mask the truth
to mask the sorrow, the pain
will i break today?
If i where to visualise this
Picture my pain, my sorrow, into this reality of ours
Its 2am sitting alone in a mostly empty motel room off the side of the highway
The tv is on but nothing is playing just the background noise
the static crackling
Dimly lit streetlights stream through the curtains
This is who i am
A 2am mostly empty motel room
Im so tired of life but I'm too scared to give up
I could do so much more
If only i could find the motivation
See thats the problem, it all comes down to motivation
Or lack of it I guess
I dont have much left in me
Even the memories of you are fading into dust
I had forgotten your voice, until I heard it in a video
Its not that Im sad
its that i dont feel at all
just empty,
as if i dripped out that night
through my veins split open wide

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CSNEWFACE Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2013
Yo, let's do another thing. Give me something to edit :)
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CSNEWFACE Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2013
Got a second draft up.
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Aizawa621 Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2013  Student Writer
nice
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ccoolchic1 Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2013  Student Writer
:iconthankuplz:
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Aizawa621 Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2013  Student Writer
np ^^
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KanjiHideyoshi Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Student Digital Artist
ty for fav
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Aizawa621 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Student Writer
np
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iheartmurder Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

working on those lyrics. It's gonna be a couple days. Newface was taken so i made the group it under CSNewface. You've got some really cool lines in there bro :)

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Aizawa621 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Student Writer
thanks!
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