"And for me, what I want
More then anything in the world,
Is for it to be OK with you
For me to feel something again,
Even if it's pain."
Too many nights, lackluster eyes
Insomniac, selfish, drossy
The real question of the matter
Would i prefer to be numb?
Or to finally feel again,
Even if i am aching, anguished
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"There were no cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details. We left them all behind. There was a place for, and there was a time for, and now we arrive and leave again; there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections. I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to be hungy, ( Read more... )

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I'm a molotov cocktail
You're Dom Perignon
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that, I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops, on the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war, I call it co-conspirators.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist, You're a spineless liberal.
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