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Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in Things I cannnot win You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high What I really meant to say Is I'm sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold to you And I'm sorry about all the lies Maybe in a different light You could see me stand on my own again Cause now i can see You were the antidote that got me by Something strong like a drug that got me high I never meant to be so cold I never really wanted you to see The screwed up side of me that I keep Locked inside of me so deep It always seems to get to me I never really wanted you to go So many things you should have known I guess for me theres just no hope I never meant to be so cold This song reminds me of all the times that my mother and I argue and no matter how wrong I really am. . . I say **** you!!! Mom, if you read this, I love ya!!! Crossfade- Cold ![]() |
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Music Addict
Join Date: May 2004
Location: PA
Posts: 86
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random pieces of songs...
I wish...that you could share the love you'd shared with others, with me this isn't love so forever let it go...forever will it burn this isn't love there on the backend of forever I wish I would never hurt again -backend of forever, Coheed and Cambria I won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone but I could be gone too. feel a little sorry sometimes, you're not here when I am writing feels a little awkward sometimes, you won't talk but we're not fighting you hold on to your secrets, and I'm not privy to whats on your mind but I cannot help but feel tired, so tired, so tired -anyone,anyone , dashboard So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield. 70X7 , brand new Meet me in outer space. I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights. I need you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. -stellar, incubus I haven't felt the way I feel today In so long it's hard for me to specify I'm beginning to notice how much this feels Like a waking limb, pins and needles Nice to know you, goodbye" -nice to know you, incubus You only see what you want to believe When you creep from the back You got tricks up my sleeve 24/7 the devils my best friend Makes no difference it’s all the same in the end -same in the end, sublime |
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The entire album "De-Loused In The Comatorium" by the Mars Volta just blows my mind for lyrics, but in particular, the song Cicatriz ESP. (its 12 and half minutes long, haha)
Cicatriz ESP Code:
Do you recall it's name As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues dust Shrouded in veils Because these handcuffs hurt to much Scalpeing these ticketless applause And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all seutured contusion beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague said I've lost my way even if this cul de sac would pay to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost sterling clear blackend ice when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all I've defected seutuerd contusion beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague said I've lost my way even if this cul de sac did pay to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost sterling clear blackend ice when they drag the lake theres nothing left at all I've defected beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague said I've lost my way even if this cul de sac did pay beyond the anthills of said I've lost my way even if you reach inside a vault whatever be the cost sterling clear blackend ice when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all this is my last insicion the stitches have defected drag me a vessel coveting all you know see and hear this is my last incision the stitches have fallen off Sterling clear blackened ice And when they drag they lake theres nothing left at all I've defected
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