mirrormask speaks for my state of mind |
If I apologized
it wouldn't make it all unhappen
wouldn't make the darkness go away
If I apologized
it wouldn't mean I was forgiven
wouldn't mean you wanted me to stay
But
it's a dream
when yo...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:01:00 GMT |
Imogen Heap - Angry Angel |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QES4nLT4_gM
Posted by on Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:32:00 GMT |
bla bla bla,game reveiw(or what ate my life) and bitch bitch moan groan complain; an ADD blog |
In news! i have my computer back and only suffered a loss of about 500 gigs of infoit is hot as bawls in my fuckin houseI can no longer smoke due to the near puking experience of this morningit sounds...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:38:00 GMT |
Garbage - Tell Me Where It Hurts (HQ) |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnKt8i_ppRs
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:40:00 GMT |
High is a state of mind |
I'm swaying on my feet
Trying to stay afloat on a tuboat made of stone
I'm high without a drug
Smashed without the booze
if feels like the world is crushing my chest
binding me to every word I've...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 18:27:00 GMT |
new hole in the wall, need a new poster |
I live on dramait fuels my will to livethat is only there part of the timenow is not one of those times.On the verge of creating something awe inspiringfeeling the artist in my soul rising to the surf...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 23:51:00 GMT |
Dear, *Almost* forgoten |
Like i could forget.Your body in the drivers seat.I can't see your face now.why are you driving my car?I try to read the dashthe words are to blurry to read.I still try to make them outbut i know they...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 14:29:00 GMT |
Perfect silence leads to Perfect insanity |
Oh My sister of the mind,
child of my anguish
I gave you my voice,
And your silence leaves me speachless
I gave you my eyes,
I can see only darkness
Now blindly blundering on without you
i can ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:30:00 GMT |
Murder |
You walk in the room take a seat by the doortry not to be noticedgrab my arm when I walk bymy heart soarsand boundspassion exploding out of my chestI rememberand shake you loosethe pain on your face c...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 20:39:00 GMT |
Scar tissue, an excuse to ramble |
every memory I have of quiet in my home has been painfuland every memory of voices waking me in the morning has stung just as muchI am a stranger herein this house and in this skinthe face I see in th...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 00:23:00 GMT |
