i want to hear the song
blaring in my ears
louder as it goes
harder as it plays
the beats tearing at my ear drums
i want it louder than my heart
can listen
my soul can give give commission
every time it plays
i want to give you a percentage

i want to set fire to the night
want to feel it rush through me
perfectly
want to run into the fight

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i got rid of him online and on my phone. fuck that asshole. im so fucking over it.

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threw out the marx engels reader
everytime i would see it
made me think of you
made me feel
so cheap

not that it was you
it was me
i wanted it
i wanted pain
wanted to feel
how nothing felt
the shame of being free

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living the dream
sometimes it seems so clear
that dreaming
living in the fake
could have so much more meaning
could make me so much happier

living the dream
the dreaming closed fake
forever
hoping it could be unknown
dead but so alive

wishing it was over
only better
in a different town
a different horizon
a different point of view

lot's of history ( Read more... )