MysteriesI found out there was someone else But is that someone else still there These are the mysteries that are always here He could be there still And I do think he is But I dont really care Cause we will be bare It doesnt affect me much What you do with your time I dont think its a crime To want more than just mine But if this is the case now I'll give you a bow Cause you had me fooled good You must have misunderstood When I asked you those words I must of made it a blur Cause you told me one thing I wont even cling To the hopes of thiMysteries
Could it be?Does she like me? Could it be? Questions that have been asked for a long time now But can I trust the answers? In my mind I sure hope I can I want this to be something that it was never before in the past But thats how life works for me I go all out, I give all I have to give, but in the end I just get shit on But im hoping, hoping that this time around it can be differentCould it be?
She says it is and Im wishing everyday that it is She told me what she wants and I am going to give that This is something that I can only do, give Receive, what is that? I have never been given
The MendIt hurt so deeply. The way he always saw her back. Walking so gently with her man around her side. He can honestly say he cared, more then he should of at the time. He couldn't help it, she made him laugh, but she also made him cry. He was torn up inside and he couldn't look her in the face. Every time that he saw her, he got a sour spit of a taste. His heart was broken, in shambles, his soul was split into two. How could a woman, who said she cared, do this through and through. He said he'll wait, she said she'd come, but it never got to that really. Every chance that was given, jusThe Mend
JealousyI wish I didn't like you as much as I do I wish I could just let you go, But I just can't help looking over And wishing I was one of your many friends, Sitting there laughing by your side.Jealousy
I always feel the pang of jealousy Whenever I look at those girls beside you Wishing i was one of them
Wishing I was the best, your favorite
The one you loved and adored, The one you kissed and held But I'll never be that girl
I blew my chance every time And I should know you by now And know that you only like to play with me But I still somehow fall for all
You Don't Know MeOnce there was girl who called herself M.. M was nice and quiet and shy. She never did anything wrong.You Don't Know Me
Then she met college.. And she became Em. Loud and obnoxioius and high. On dope and anexia and lies.
Drinking and sex and pills galore. Why had she ever been M before? When Em is so much more fun and life holds so much more.
More pleasure and stuff. More boys and more boys. And more boys.
Hating. Cheating. Let's get drunk and have some sex and smoke some dope and then get drunk again. &nbs
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Mew! ,,,=^.^=,,,
I'm one of those people that if you comment or fave any of my works or my profile, or if you decide to watch me, I'll check out your profile and your gallery too
Is anyone else like that?
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there are no beginnings, only ends.
there are no ends, only beginnings.
The world is doomed, for we have forgotten.
Help me, lest I tear myself apart in grief.
I am not who I was, but rather who I am.
My fish are breeding?!?!?!?!?!
HEHEHEHEHEHEHDIE!
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there are no beginnings, only ends.
there are no ends, only beginnings.
The world is doomed, for we have forgotten.
Help me, lest I tear myself apart in grief.
I am not who I was, but rather who I am.
My fish are breeding?!?!?!?!?!
HEHEHEHEHEHEHDIE!
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