^thanks =)
Trying something different with these songs.
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Aneurysm
A box full of shaving razors,
Dried blood on the blades,
And the fires are burning,
With orange and yellow flames.
And the day I don't fit the definition of "pathetic,"
Is the day you don't dost yourself in lies.
And I wish this salty tears would dry.
If this pain in my brain is an aneurysm - please let it kill me.
I'd rather die than see your face or hear your voice.
I guess I don't have much of a choice.
A box full of valentines,
Expired candy and molded cards,
Memories from a lost childhood,
Tell me, why did this get so hard?
And the day the anesthetics start to kick in,
Is the day things just don't go your way.
And I wish I did all the smart things I say.
If this pain in my brain is an aneurysm - please let it kill me.
I'd rather die than see your face or hear your voice.
I guess I don't have much of a choice.
You carry your purse like it's a knapsack.
While I carry myself like a piece of crap.
Get me a doctor before I officially lose my mind.
I hope that your drown,
And fall down, down, down,
And say 'hello' to the ocean floor,
And give a knock at Hell's door.
If this pain in my brain is an aneurysm - please let it kill me.
I'd rather die than see your face or hear your voice.
I guess I don't have much of a choice.
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The Code of Hammurabi
You're pushing me around,
And I'm sticking an exclamation point at the end of all these sentences.
Glory, oh, glory at the start of the line.
27 days until the beginning of the end.
I'm scratching at my wrist.
And my eyes are watering at the sight of them believing every lie you breathe.
Coldness, oh, coldness at the tip of your tongue.
15 days until Hell starts all over again.
Hangnails and fairytails,
As I wish the world away.
Glory, oh, glory.
Glory, oh, glory.
Shove those ancient rules in my face,
The code of Hammurabi.
Believe in some, but some I don't.
The code of Hammurabi.
I won't listen to anything you say anyway.
The code of Hammurabi.
Glory, oh, glory.
You're pushing me around,
And I'm sticking an exclamation point at the end of all these sentences.
Glory, oh, glory at the start of the line.
27 days until the beginning of the end.
Deep cuts that just won't bleed,
If that's not enough proof to show I'm dead, then I don't know what is.
Loneliness, oh, loneliness always surrounding me.
15 days until I burn this city down.
Situations and frustrations,
As I sleep the day away,
Glory, oh, glory,
Glory, oh, glory.
Shove those ancient rules in my face,
The code of Hammurabi.
Believe in some, but some I don't.
The code of Hammurabi.
I won't listen to anything you say anyway.
The code of Hammurabi.
Glory, oh, glory.
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Ordinary Day
I hate how you pretend it never happened,
That 3 years of friendship going down the drain,
Was just another part of an ordinary day.
I hate how you think everyone loves you,
That they would adore a bitch like you,
It's just another part of an ordinary day.
I bite my lip until it bleeds,
And keep my tongue locked behind my teeth.
No way will I give you the satisfaction,
Of letting you know how you've ruined my life.
And I hate all their pretty little smiles,
That they plaster on their pretty little faces,
It's just another part of an ordinary day.
And I hate all those damn pictures of you,
And I hate having to spend my time with you,
But it's just another part of an ordinary day.
I bite my lip until it bleeds,
And keep my tongue locked behind my teeth.
No way will I give you the satisfaction,
Of letting you know how you've ruined my life.
I bite my lip until it bleeds,
And keep my tongue locked behind my teeth,
No such thing as a self esteem,
And it's killing me.
I hate how you pretend it never happened,
And that they could all adore a bitch like you.
I hate feeling like I'll amount to nothing,
And I hate that you enforce that fact.
But it's just another part of an ordinary day.
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Someone's a tease.
Subject: Re: Sarah's songs/poems 
7/6/2008, 11:07 pm
