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DEAD GIRLS DONT CRY

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About Me


All my life has been a dream, An endless nightmare it seems. Tonight's the night, yes this is the end. You've heard it before, this is what I said.I think about gone yesterdays. All the things that people would say. Tonight's the night, I'm gonna find the truth. Tonight's the night. goodbye to youBecause I can't take it anymore. No, I can't make it anymore. Don't say nothing cause baby there ain't no more. Just leave your flowers by the door.You can't see me now, cause I'm in the day. It's all over, no one left to pay. I'm finally happy with no yesterday. I'm still alive, but I'm in the grave.
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyesNo one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only liesBut my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to beI have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never freeNo one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame youNo one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through
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My Interests

Sex sells and (unfortunately) I'm buying.

I'd like to meet:

Like heaven..hold back the tears, our love runs loose in the wilderness our silence pushes me under soft whispering on your darker your love to me. I hold you, you tell me and scream "we'll never grow older!"

Dance with me my dear On a floor of bones and skulls The music is our master The devil controls our souls Swirling and swirling With the music all our turning Swaying to the sounds of a demonic beat

Movies:

Turning what I love into what I despise.

Television:

Everytime you look at yourself in the mirror, if you see there's no reflection, it's your fault; it's your own rejection. Now the time has come for you to die. Nobody cares, you're all alone. Sit and put your face in your hands, it's time to cry.

Books:

Why do I daydream? Why do I get my hopes up at all? I've been living this Walter Mitty life For too long Somebody save me I'm a prisoner of my own fear Sometimes fantasy is the only Thought I can bear My mind is a dream-filled balloon Dripping dreams into my shoes And I'm too afraid to move To face the real world And when I fall, I fall down hard When will I ever learn? Don’t take your dreams to heart You’ll only wind up getting Burned Maybe I'm lazy But circumstances always knock me down So I'll just lie here, never get up Off the ground But maybe it’s crazy To sit and think of all the things I wanna do What’s the use in dreaming when dreams Never come true... Time to get up off your ass Pull your head out – take a chance Grab whatever you can grab 'Cause there’s no such thing…

My Blog

I need instant responses as time is running out!

Ok.... Is it a good excuse to call off work because you can't stop listening to a new cd? I can burn my boss a copy and give it to him tomoorrow. That may help. I can't get away!
Posted by DEAD GIRLS DONT CRY on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 11:41:00 PST

Should I or shouldn't I?

Ok, let's see. I'm debating if I should actually fill out an "about me". People understand the page is rad and are reeled in. Then soon realize that I suck. So, I feel if I had an "about me"...
Posted by DEAD GIRLS DONT CRY on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 11:29:00 PST

Let's see how many fuckers really take the "top" friends personal...

Nobody reads this garbage anyway...  
Posted by DEAD GIRLS DONT CRY on Mon, 21 May 2007 10:38:00 PST

Friends are being herded to the chopping block...

My mom is only letting me have 75 friends! If you want to stay and continue to NOT contribute (assholes) to this pathetic cry for attention then let me know. If not you're hacked!TAKE THIS AS A THREAT...
Posted by DEAD GIRLS DONT CRY on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 09:26:00 PST

WHAT THE FUCK!

I wish I could post comments to myself. That way I can post comments about how cool I am and how I'm funny and stuff. Oh and how it was awesome hangin out with me....
Posted by DEAD GIRLS DONT CRY on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 08:51:00 PST