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| Fyfetallica | posted on 04-12-2001 @ 11:34 AM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00  | Don't even think about reachin' me, I won't be home Don't even think about stoppin' by, don't think of me at all I did, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you... Aah...don't even think about gettin' inside Voices in me head...ooh, voices I got scratches, all over my arms One for each day, since I fell apart I did...oh, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you...oh... Pictures on my chest, it was you, it was you... Hey...I did, what I had to do...oh, and if there was a reason Oh, there wasn't no reason, no And if, there's something you'd like to do Just let me continue, to blame you Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you...oh... Pictures on my chest, it was you, you...oh...  A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits, hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he? When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him By nine, he deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no trade-backs So this is what it's like to be an adult? If he only knew now what he knew then :)Taken my first Newbie Apprentice, radio-star:) | ||||
| Rone | posted on 04-12-2001 @ 3:53 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | My favorite PJ song... It's been a month since I've heard myself talk. All the advantage this life's got on me, Picture a cup in the middle of the sea. And I fight back in my mind... Never let's me be right... I got memories, I got shit... So much it don't show... I walked the line when you held me in that night. I walked the line when you held my hand that night... An empty shell seems so easy to crack. Got all these questions, don't know who I could even ask. So I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me. And I'll stay in bed. Oh, goodnight, I've seen him. If just once I could feel loved... Oh, stare back at me... I walked the line when you held me in that night. I walked the line when you held my hand that night. I walked the line when you held me close that night. I paid the price, never held you in real life...  | ||||
| Canthandlemybooty | posted on 04-12-2001 @ 5:33 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech As he opens the door, she rolls over... Pretends to sleep as he looks her over She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man... She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man... Can't find a better man Ohh... Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know... She tells herself, oh... Memories back when she was bold and strong And waiting for the world to come along... Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man... She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man... She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man... She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man... Can't find a better man Yeah... She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way She feeds him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again Can't find a better man Can't find a better...man... Ohh...ohh... Uh huh... Ohh... :) Adopted by Drunk Boy :) | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 04-12-2001 @ 6:01 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | My fave PJ song... Black Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah... Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine  How I'm craving you, yeah! Every time I'm near you I always want to swallow you down I'll be right here if ya' need me In my life, I'll need you here, don't ask why I'll never disappear | ||||
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